text_original: Joyce is running through the garden, all the sweet wild winds of heaven playing round her. They are a little wild still.
text_transcription: JOYCE IS RUNNING THROUGH THE GARDEN ALL THE SWEET WILD WINDS OF HEAVEN PLAYING ROUND HER THEY ARE A LITTLE WILD STILL
phonemes: dʒˈɔɪs ɪz ɹˈʌnɪŋ θɹuː ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, ˈɔːl ðə swˈiːt wˈaɪld wˈɪndz ʌv hˈɛvən plˈeɪɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd hɜː. ðeɪ ɑːɹ ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪld stˈɪl.