text_original: A military band was playing there this afternoon in the golden light, and the familiar melodies in Don Giovanni were wafted ever and anon in little gusts of sweetness to the loggia where the vivid crimson of waxen camelias and the softer rose of oleander blossoms gave brightness and colour to the dark foliage and the cold white stone. Isola heard those far off melodies faint in the distance — heard without heeding.
text_transcription: A MILITARY BAND WAS PLAYING THERE THIS AFTERNOON IN THE GOLDEN LIGHT AND THE FAMILIAR MELODIES IN DON GIOVANNI WERE WAFTED EVER AND ANON IN LITTLE GUSTS OF SWEETNESS TO THE LOGGIA WHERE THE VIOLET CRIMSON OF WAXEN CAMELLIAS AND THE SOFTER ROWS OF OLEANDER BLOSSOMS GAVE BRIGHTNESS AND COLOR TO THE DARK FOLIAGE AND THE COLD WHITE STONE ISOLA HEARD THOSE FAR OFF MELODIES FAINT IN THE DISTANCE HEARD WITHOUT HEEDING
phonemes: ɐ mˈɪlətˌɛɹi bˈænd wʌz plˈeɪɪŋ ðɛɹ ðɪs ˌæftɚnˈuːn ɪnðə ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪt, ænd ðə fəmˈɪlɪɹ mˈɛlədiz ɪn dˈɑːn dʒəvˈɑːni wɜː wˈæftᵻd ˈɛvɚ ænd ɐnˈɔn ɪn lˈɪɾəl ɡˈʌsts ʌv swˈiːtnəs tə ðə lˈɔɡiə wˌɛɹ ðə vˈɪvɪd kɹˈɪmsən ʌv wˈæksən kæmˈiːliəz ænd ðə sˈɔftɚ ɹˈoʊz ʌv ˈoʊlɪˌændɚ blˈɔsəmz ɡˈeɪv bɹˈaɪtnəs ænd kˈʌlɚ tə ðə dˈɑːɹk fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ ænd ðə kˈoʊld wˈaɪt stˈoʊn. aɪsˈoʊlə hˈɜːd ðoʊz fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf mˈɛlədiz fˈeɪnt ɪnðə dˈɪstəns — hˈɜːd wɪðˌaʊt hˈiːdɪŋ.