text_original: No tremor shook the fringe of moss that hung from the heavy boughs, so still was the day, and an indefinable, milky haze stretched between us and the cloudless sky above.
text_transcription: NO TREMOR SHOOK THE FRINGE OF MOSS THAT HUNG FROM THE HEAVY BOUGHS SO STILL WAS THE DAY AND AN INDEFINABLE MILKY HAZE STRETCHED BETWEEN US AND THE CLOUDLESS SKY ABOVE
phonemes: nˈoʊ tɹˈɛmɚ ʃˈʊk ðə fɹˈɪndʒ ʌv mˈɔs ðæt hˈʌŋ fɹʌmðə hˈɛvi bˈaʊz, sˌoʊ stˈɪl wʌzðə dˈeɪ, ænd ɐn ɪndɪfˈaɪnəbəl, mˈɪlki hˈeɪz stɹˈɛtʃt bᵻtwˌiːn ˌʌs ænd ðə klˈaʊdləs skˈaɪ əbˈʌv.