text_original: Of the people who came to look upon the grave, some to lay a tributary flower upon the stone, and some to pluck a leaf or two of acanthus or violet, all hitherto had been strangers to Isola, had gone away without seeing her, or had glanced indifferently, as at one more unfortunate with a sketching block, spoiling paper in the pursuit of the un  attainable.
text_transcription: OF THE PEOPLE WHO CAME TO LOOK UPON THE GRAVE SOME LAY A TRIBUTARY FLOWER UPON THE STONE AND SOME TO PLUCK A LEAF OR TWO OF A CANTHUS OR VIOLET ALL HITHERTO HAD BEEN STRANGERS TO ISOLER HAD GONE AWAY WITHOUT SEEING HER OR HAD GLANCED INDIFFERENTLY AS AT ONE MORE UNFORTUNATE WITH A SKETCHING BLOCK SPOILING PAPER IN THE PURSUIT OF THE UNATTAINABLE
phonemes: ʌvðə pˈiːpəl hˌuː kˈeɪm tə lˈʊk əpˌɑːn ðə ɡɹˈeɪv, sˌʌm tə lˈeɪ ɐ tɹˈɪbjuːtˌɛɹi flˈaʊɚɹ əpˌɑːn ðə stˈoʊn, ænd sˌʌm tə plˈʌk ɐ lˈiːf ɔːɹ tˈuː ʌv ɐkˈænθəs ɔːɹ vˈaɪəlɪt, ˈɔːl hˈɪðɚtˌuː hɐdbɪn stɹˈeɪndʒɚz tʊ aɪsˈoʊlə, hæd ɡɔn ɐwˈeɪ wɪðˌaʊt sˈiːɪŋ hɜː, ɔːɹ hæd ɡlˈænst ɪndˈɪfɹəntli, æz æt wˈʌn mˈɔːɹ ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənət wɪð ɐ skˈɛtʃɪŋ blˈɑːk, spˈɔɪlɪŋ pˈeɪpɚɹ ɪnðə pɚsˈuːt ʌvðɪ ˈʌn ɐtˈeɪnəbəl.