text_original: The moon was high above Hawksyard by this time : a glorious harvest moon, pouring down her golden light upon tree and flower, and giving intensity to the shadows under the wall. The waters of the moat looked black, save where the moonbeams touched them ; and yonder under the tall spreading walnut boughs the gravel walk was all in shadow.
text_transcription: THE MOON WAS HIGH ABOVE HAWKSYARD BY THIS TIME A GLORIOUS HARVEST MOON POURING DOWN HER GOLDEN LIGHT UPON TREE AND FLOWER AND GIVING INTENSITY TO THE SHADOWS UNDER THE WALL THE WATERS OF THE MOAT LOOKED BLACK SAVE WHERE THE MOONBEAMS TOUCHED THEM AND YONDER UNDER THE TALL SPREADING WALNUT BOUGHS THE GRAVEL WALK WAS ALL IN SHADOW
phonemes: ðə mˈuːn wʌz hˈaɪ əbˌʌv hˈɔːksjɑːɹd baɪ ðɪs tˈaɪm : ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs hˈɑːɹvɪst mˈuːn, pˈɔːɹɪŋ dˌaʊn hɜː ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪt əpˌɑːn tɹˈiː ænd flˈaʊɚ, ænd ɡˈɪvɪŋ ɪntˈɛnsᵻɾi tə ðə ʃˈædoʊz ˌʌndɚ ðə wˈɔːl. ðə wˈɔːɾɚz ʌvðə mˈoʊt lˈʊkt blˈæk, sˈeɪv wˌɛɹ ðə mˈuːnbiːmz tˈʌtʃt ðˌɛm ; ænd jˈɑːndɚɹ ˌʌndɚ ðə tˈɔːl spɹˈɛdɪŋ wˈɔːlnʌt bˈaʊz ðə ɡɹˈævəl wˈɔːk wʌz ˈɔːl ɪn ʃˈædoʊ.