text_original: It was a glorious day, a day when the sap ran in the maples, and the sun soared upwards in a sky of the palest blue. All this we saw through the tracery of the leafless branches,  a mirthless, shivering crowd, crept through a hell of weather into the Hair Buyer's very lair. Had he neither heard nor seen? Down the steel blue lane of water between the ice came a canoe.
text_transcription: IT WAS A GLORIOUS DAY A DAY WHEN THE SAP RAN IN THE MAPLES AND THE SUN SOARED UPWARDS IN A SKY OF THE PALEST BLUE ALL THIS WE SAW THROUGH THE TRACERY OF THE LEAFLESS BRANCHES A MIRTHLESS SHIVERING CROWD CREPT THROUGH A HELL OF WEATHER INTO THE HAIR BUYER'S VERY LYRE AND HE NEITHER HEARD NOR SEEN DOWN THE STEEL BLUE LANE OF WATER BETWEEN THE ICE CAME A CANOE
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs dˈeɪ, ɐ dˈeɪ wɛn ðə sˈæp ɹˈæn ɪnðə mˈeɪpəlz, ænd ðə sˈʌn sˈɔːɹd ˈʌpwɚdz ɪn ɐ skˈaɪ ʌvðə pˈeɪlɪst blˈuː. ˈɔːl ðɪs wiː sˈɔː θɹuː ðə tɹˈeɪsɚɹi ʌvðə lˈiːfləs bɹˈæntʃᵻz,  ɐ mˈɜːθləs, ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ kɹˈaʊd, kɹˈɛpt θɹuː ɐ hˈɛl ʌv wˈɛðɚɹ ˌɪntʊ ðə hˈɛɹ bˈaɪɚz vˈɛɹi lˈɛɹ. hæd hiː nˈiːðɚ hˈɜːd nˈɔːɹ sˈiːn? dˌaʊn ðə stˈiːl blˈuː lˈeɪn ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ bᵻtwˌiːn ðɪ ˈaɪs kˈeɪm ɐ kənˈuː.