text_original: Her own grief was deep and all enfolding. She was heart sick, and always yearning  yearning for that she dared not name. The day was hot, sultry; no birds sang, but the locusts were noisy; the air was full of humming bees.
text_transcription: HER OWN GRIEF WAS DEEP AND ALL ENFOLDING SHE WAS HEARTSICK AND ALWAYS YEARNING YEARNING FOR THAT SHE DARED NOT NAME THE DAY WAS HOT SULTRY NO BIRDS SANG BUT THE LOCUSTS WERE NOISY THE AIR WAS FULL OF HUMMING BEES
phonemes: hɜːɹ ˈoʊn ɡɹˈiːf wʌz dˈiːp ænd ˈɔːl ɛnfˈoʊldɪŋ. ʃiː wʌz hˈɑːɹt sˈɪk, ænd ˈɔːlweɪz jˈɜːnɪŋ jˈɜːnɪŋ fɔːɹ ðæt ʃiː dˈɛɹd nˌɑːt nˈeɪm. ðə dˈeɪ wʌz hˈɑːt, sˈʌltɹi; nˈoʊ bˈɜːdz sˈæŋ, bˌʌt ðə lˈoʊkʌsts wɜː nˈɔɪzi; ðɪ ˈɛɹ wʌz fˈʊl ʌv hˈʌmɪŋ bˈiːz.