text_original: It was a place that people always thought of as steeped in golden sunlight; but not even in the glory of a midsummer afternoon was River Mead quite as lovely as on such a night as this, when Claude and Vera strolled slowly along the river path, in the silver light of a great round moon, hung in the blue deep of a sky without a cloud.
text_transcription: IT WAS A PLACE THAT PEOPLE ALWAYS THOUGHT OF AS STEEPED IN GOLDEN SUNLIGHT BUT NOT EVEN IN THE GLORY OF A MIDSUMMER AFTERNOON WAS RIVER MADE QUITE AS LOVELY AS ON SUCH A NIGHT AS THIS WHEN CLAUDE AND VERA STROLLED SLOWLY ALONG THE RIVER PATH IN THE SILVER LIGHT OF A GREAT ROUND MOON HUNG IN THE BLUE DEEP OF A SKY WITHOUT A CLOUD
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ plˈeɪs ðæt pˈiːpəl ˈɔːlweɪz θˈɔːt ʌv æz stˈiːpt ɪn ɡˈoʊldən sˈʌnlaɪt; bˌʌt nˌɑːt ˈiːvən ɪnðə ɡlˈɔːɹi əvə mˈɪdsʌmɚɹ ˌæftɚnˈuːn wʌz ɹˈɪvɚ mˈiːd kwˈaɪt æz lˈʌvli æz ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ ɐ nˈaɪt æz ðˈɪs, wˌɛn klˈɔːd ænd vˈiəɹə stɹˈoʊld slˈoʊli ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ pˈæθ, ɪnðə sˈɪlvɚ lˈaɪt əvə ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈaʊnd mˈuːn, hˈʌŋ ɪnðə blˈuː dˈiːp əvə skˈaɪ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ klˈaʊd.