text_original: At last, after an age of groping, the heavy scents of shrubs and flowers stole to us on the night air, and we came out at the hedge into what seemed a blaze of light that flooded the rows of color.
text_transcription: AT LAST AFTER AN AGE OF GROPING THE HEAVY SCENTS OF SHRUBS AND FLOWERS STOLE TO US ON THE NIGHT AIR AND WE CAME OUT OF THE HEDGE INTO WHAT SEEMED A BLAZE OF LIGHT THAT FLOODED THE ROSE OF COLOR
phonemes: æt lˈæst, ˈæftɚɹ ɐn ˈeɪdʒ ʌv ɡɹˈoʊpɪŋ, ðə hˈɛvi sˈɛnts ʌv ʃɹˈʌbz ænd flˈaʊɚz stˈoʊl tʊ ˌʌs ɔnðə nˈaɪt ˈɛɹ, ænd wiː kˈeɪm ˈaʊt æt ðə hˈɛdʒ ˌɪntʊ wʌt sˈiːmd ɐ blˈeɪz ʌv lˈaɪt ðæt flˈʌdᵻd ðə ɹˈoʊz ʌv kˈʌlɚ.