text_original: She had the fairy gift, that is so rare among mortals, of seeing beauty in its faintest expression; and the young grass about the rough stone doorstep, the crimson cones on the great larch tree behind it, the sunlit panes of the west window, the laugh and sparkle of the brook that ran through the clearing, the blue eyes of the squirrel caps that blossomed shyly and daintily beside the stumps of new felled trees  all these she saw and delighted in.
text_transcription: SHE HAD THE FAIRY GIFT THAT IS SO RARE AMONG MORTALS OF SEEING BEAUTY IN ITS FAINTEST EXPRESSION AND THE YOUNG GRASS ABOUT THE ROUGH STONE DOORSTEP THE CRIMSON CONES ON THE GREAT LARGE TREE BEHIND IT THE SUNLIT PANES OF THE WEST WINDOW THE LAUGH AND SPARKLE OF THE BROOK THAT RAN THROUGH THE CLEARING THE BLUE EYES OF THE SQUIRREL CAPS THAT BLOSSOMED SHYLY AND DAINTILY BESIDE THE STUMPS OF NEW FELLED TREES ALL THESE SHE SAW AND DELIGHTED IN
phonemes: ʃiː hæd ðə fˈɛɹi ɡˈɪft, ðæt ɪz sˌoʊ ɹˈɛɹ ɐmˌʌŋ mˈɔːɹɾəlz, ʌv sˈiːɪŋ bjˈuːɾi ɪn ɪts fˈeɪntɪst ɛkspɹˈɛʃən; ænd ðə jˈʌŋ ɡɹˈæs ɐbˌaʊt ðə ɹˈʌf stˈoʊn dˈɔːɹstɛp, ðə kɹˈɪmsən kˈoʊnz ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt lˈɑːɹtʃ tɹˈiː bᵻhˈaɪnd ɪt, ðə sˈʌnlɪt pˈeɪnz ʌvðə wˈɛst wˈɪndoʊ, ðə lˈæf ænd spˈɑːɹkəl ʌvðə bɹˈʊk ðæt ɹˈæn θɹuː ðə klˈɪɹɪŋ, ðə blˈuː ˈaɪz ʌvðə skwˈɜːl kˈæps ðæt blˈɔsəmd ʃˈaɪli ænd dˈeɪntili bᵻsˌaɪd ðə stˈʌmps ʌv nˈuː fˈɛld tɹˈiːz ˈɔːl ðiːz ʃiː sˈɔː ænd dᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd ˈɪn.