text_original: "Even as that which you carved in spring told of the blossom and fair promise of youth," returned the maiden. "Methinks the one is the most beautiful, as it ought to be;" then, after a little pause, and some reckoning, "I have scarce seed pods enough in store, uncle; might we not seek some rarer shapes in the herb garden of Master Gerhard, the physician? He, too, might tell me the names of some of these." "True, child; or we might ride into the country beyond the walls, and seek them. What, little one, wouldst thou not?"
text_transcription: EVEN AS THAT WHICH YOU CARVED IN SPRING TOLD OF THE BLOSSOM AND FAIR PROMISE OF YOUTH RETURNED THE MAIDEN METHINKS THE ONE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AS IT OUGHT TO BE THEN AFTER A LITTLE PAUSE AND SOME RECKONING I HAVE SCARCE SEED PODS ENOUGH IN STORE UNCLE MIGHT WE NOT SEEK SOME RARER SHAPES IN THE HERB GARDEN OF MASTER GARARD THE PHYSICIAN HE TOO MIGHT TELL ME THE NAMES OF SOME OF THESE TRUE CHILD OR WE MIGHT RIDE INTO THE COUNTRY BEYOND THE WALLS AND SEEK THEM WHAT LITTLE ONE WOULDST THOU NOT
phonemes: "ˈiːvən æz ðæt wˌɪtʃ juː kˈɑːɹvd ɪn spɹˈɪŋ tˈoʊld ʌvðə blˈɔsəm ænd fˈɛɹ pɹˈɑːmɪs ʌv jˈuːθ," ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ðə mˈeɪdən. "miːθˈɪŋks ðə wˈʌn ɪz ðə mˈoʊst bjˈuːɾifəl, æz ɪɾ ˈɔːt tə bˈiː;" ðˈɛn, ˈæftɚɹ ɐ lˈɪɾəl pˈɔːz, ænd sˌʌm ɹˈɛkənɪŋ, "aɪ hæv skˈɛɹs sˈiːd pˈɑːdz ɪnˈʌf ɪn stˈɔːɹ, ˈʌŋkəl; mˌaɪt wiː nˌɑːt sˈiːk sˌʌm ɹˈɛɹɚ ʃˈeɪps ɪnðɪ ˈɜːb ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv mˈæstɚ ɡˈɛɹhɑːɹt, ðə fɪzˈɪʃən? hiː, tˈuː, mˌaɪt tˈɛl mˌiː ðə nˈeɪmz ʌv sˌʌm ʌv ðˈiːz." "tɹˈuː, tʃˈaɪld; ɔːɹ wiː mˌaɪt ɹˈaɪd ˌɪntʊ ðə kˈʌntɹi bᵻjˌɔnd ðə wˈɔːlz, ænd sˈiːk ðˌɛm. wˌʌt, lˈɪɾəl wˌʌn, wʊdst ðˈaʊ nˈɑːt?"