text_original: Her mourning was to be a long mourning; and her seclusion was to be absolute. She had come to live a solitary life in her villa and gardens, to wander among ruins and steep herself in the poetry of the city.
text_transcription: HER MORNING WAS TO BE A LONG MORNING AND HER SECLUSION WAS TO BE ABSOLUTE SHE HAD COME TO LIVE A SOLITARY LIFE IN HER VILLA AND GARDENS TO WANDER AMONG RUINS AND STEEP HERSELF IN THE POETRY OF THE CITY
phonemes: hɜː mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wʌz təbi ɐ lˈɔŋ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ; ænd hɜː sᵻklˈuːʒən wʌz təbi ˈæbsəlˌuːt. ʃiː hæd kˈʌm tə lˈɪv ɐ sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi lˈaɪf ɪn hɜː vˈɪlə ænd ɡˈɑːɹdənz, tə wˈɔndɚɹ ɐmˌʌŋ ɹˈuːɪnz ænd stˈiːp hɜːsˈɛlf ɪnðə pˈoʊɪtɹi ʌvðə sˈɪɾi.