text_original: One seemed to be alone, high up in space, girdled about by white and grey, gold and mauve and steely blue; I wanted to push on and on, to walk miles and miles, to fly if I could.
text_transcription: ONE SEEMED TO BE ALONE HIGH UP IN SPACE GIRDLED ABOUT BY WHITE AND GRAY GOLD AND MAUVE AND STEELY BLUE I WANTED TO PUSH ON AND ON TO WALK MILES AND MILES TO FLY IF I COULD
phonemes: wˈʌn sˈiːmd təbi ɐlˈoʊn, hˈaɪ ˌʌp ɪn spˈeɪs, ɡˈɜːdəld ɐbˌaʊt baɪ wˈaɪt ænd ɡɹˈeɪ, ɡˈoʊld ænd mˈoʊv ænd stˈiːli blˈuː; aɪ wˈɔntᵻd tə pˈʊʃ ˌɔn ænd ˈɔn, tə wˈɔːk mˈaɪlz ænd mˈaɪlz, tə flˈaɪ ɪf aɪ kˈʊd.