text_original: " Short, love ! why, eight weeks have seemed an eternity 236 All along the River ^ to me without you ; and you honoured me just now by saying that the time had appeared long, even to you — even to my liege lady, sitting serene in her palace of art, painting con  tadinas and their olive faced offspring — even to yon, whoso love is as a thread of silk against a cable, compared to mine.
text_transcription: SHORT LOVE WHY EIGHT WEEKS HAS SEEMED AN ETERNITY TO ME WITHOUT YOU AND YOU HONOURED ME JUST NOW BY SAYING THAT THE TIME HAD APPEARED LONG EVEN TO YOU EVEN TO MY LIEGE LADY SITTING SERENE IN HER PALACE OF ART PAINTING CONTADINAS AND THEIR OLIVE FACED OFFSPRING EVEN TO YOU WHOSE LOVE IS AS A THREAD OF SILK AGAINST A CABLE COMPARED TO MINE
phonemes: " ʃˈɔːɹt, lˈʌv ! wˈaɪ, ˈeɪt wˈiːks hæv sˈiːmd ɐn ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi sˈɪks ˈɔːl ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ tə mˌiː wɪðˈaʊt juː ; ænd juː ˈɑːnɚd mˌiː dʒˈʌst nˈaʊ baɪ sˈeɪɪŋ ðætðə tˈaɪm hæd ɐpˈɪɹd lˈɔŋ, ˈiːvən tə juː — ˈiːvən tə maɪ lˈiːdʒ lˈeɪdi, sˈɪɾɪŋ sɚɹˈiːn ɪn hɜː pˈælɪs ʌv ˈɑːɹt, pˈeɪntɪŋ kˈɑːn tˈædɪnəz ænd ðɛɹ ˈɑːlɪv fˈeɪsd ˈɔfspɹɪŋ — ˈiːvən tə jˈɑːn, hˈuːsoʊ lˈʌv ɪz æz ɐ θɹˈɛd ʌv sˈɪlk ɐɡˈɛnst ɐ kˈeɪbəl, kəmpˈɛɹd tə mˈaɪn.