text_original: And this not once only, nor a hundred times only, but on through that endless seeming night, on in the sickly winter dawn and in the faint yellow gleam of a rainy noontide— on through day that seemed mixed and entangled with night, as if the beginning of creation had come round again, and the light were not yet divided from the darkness.
text_transcription: AND THIS NOT ONCE ONLY NOR A HUNDRED TIMES ONLY BUT ON THROUGH THAT ENDLESS SEEMING NIGHT ON IN THE SICKLY WINTER DAWN AND IN THE FAINT YELLOW GLEAM OF A RAINY NOONTIDE ON THROUGH DAY THAT SEEMED MIXED AND ENTANGLED WITH NIGHT AS IF THE BEGINNING OF CREATION HAD COME ROUND AGAIN AND THE LIGHT WERE NOT YET DIVIDED FROM THE DARKNESS
phonemes: ænd ðɪs nˌɑːt wˈʌns ˈoʊnli, nˈɔːɹ ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd tˈaɪmz ˈoʊnli, bˌʌt ˌɔn θɹuː ðæt ˈɛndləs sˈiːmɪŋ nˈaɪt, ˌɔn ɪnðə sˈɪkli wˈɪntɚ dˈɔːn ænd ɪnðə fˈeɪnt jˈɛloʊ ɡlˈiːm əvɚ ɹˈeɪni nˈuːntaɪd— ˌɔn θɹuː dˈeɪ ðæt sˈiːmd mˈɪkst ænd ɛntˈæŋɡəld wɪð nˈaɪt, æz ɪf ðə bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ ʌv kɹiːˈeɪʃən hæd kˈʌm ɹˈaʊnd ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ðə lˈaɪt wɜː nˌɑːt jˈɛt dᵻvˈaɪdᵻd fɹʌmðə dˈɑːɹknəs.