text_original: And then  ? He dared a death of agony   Outnumbered battle with the king of beasts   Long struggles in the horror of the night   Dared, and went forth to meet  O ye who fear! Finding an empty road, and nothing there   And fences, and the dusty roadside trees   Some spitting kittens, maybe, in the grass. _Charlotte Perkins Gilman._ From "In This Our World."
text_transcription: AND THEN HE DARED A DEATH OF AGONY OUTNUMBERED BATTLE WITH THE KING OF BEASTS LONG STRUGGLES IN THE HORROR OF THE NIGHT DARED AND WENT FORTH TO MEET O YE WHO FEAR FINDING AN EMPTY ROAD AND NOTHING THERE AND FENCES AND THE DUSTY ROADSIDE TREES SOME SPITTING KITTENS MAYBE IN THE GRASS END OF POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN
phonemes: ænd ðˈɛn  ? hiː dˈɛɹd ɐ dˈɛθ ʌv ˈæɡəni aʊtnˈʌmbɚd bˈæɾəl wɪððə kˈɪŋ ʌv bˈiːsts lˈɔŋ stɹˈʌɡəlz ɪnðə hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌvðə nˈaɪt dˈɛɹd, ænd wɛnt fˈɔːɹθ tə mˈiːt ˈoʊ jiː hˌuː fˈɪɹ! fˈaɪndɪŋ ɐn ˈɛmpti ɹˈoʊd, ænd nˈʌθɪŋ ðɛɹ ænd fˈɛnsᵻz, ænd ðə dˈʌsti ɹˈoʊdsaɪd tɹˈiːz sˌʌm spˈɪɾɪŋ kˈɪʔn̩z, mˈeɪbiː, ɪnðə ɡɹˈæs. ʃˈɑːɹlət pˈɜːkɪnz ɡˈɪlmən.fɹʌm "ɪn ðɪs ˌaʊɚ wˈɜːld."