text_original: When I take my pen for that, the world opens itself ungrudgingly before me; everything seems clear and easy, as it seems sinking to the bottom could be as one leans over the edge of his boat in one of those dear coves at Fresh Pond....
text_transcription: WHEN I TAKE MY PEN FOR THAT THE WORLD OPENS ITSELF UNGRUDGINGLY BEFORE ME EVERYTHING SEEMS CLEAR AND EASY AS IT SEEMS SINKING TO THE BOTTOM COULD BE AS ONE LEANS OVER THE EDGE OF HIS BOAT IN ONE OF THOSE DEAR COVES AT FRESH POND
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪ tˈeɪk maɪ pˈɛn fɔːɹ ðˈæt, ðə wˈɜːld ˈoʊpənz ɪtsˈɛlf ʌŋɡɹˈʌdʒɪŋli bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː; ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ sˈiːmz klˈɪɹ ænd ˈiːzi, æz ɪt sˈiːmz sˈɪŋkɪŋ tə ðə bˈɑːɾəm kʊd biː æz wˈʌn lˈiːnz ˌoʊvɚ ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌv hɪz bˈoʊt ɪn wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz dˈɪɹ kˈoʊvz æt fɹˈɛʃ pˈɑːnd....