text_original: Suddenly across the narrow strip of blue at the end of the vista came the vision of white sails, a schooner with all her canvas spread, dazzling in the noonday sun, sailing towards San Eemo. Allegra sat gazing at the white sails, but said never a word.
text_transcription: SUDDENLY ACROSS THE NARROW STRIP OF BLUE AT THE END OF THE VISTA CAME THE VISION OF WHITE SAILS A SCHOONER WITH ALL HER CANVAS SPREAD DAZZLING IN THE NOONDAY SUN SAILING TOWARD SAN RAMO A LAGRA SAT GAZING AT THE WHITE SAILS BUT SAID NEVER A WORD
phonemes: sˈʌdənli əkɹˌɑːs ðə nˈæɹoʊ stɹˈɪp ʌv blˈuː æt ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə vˈɪstə kˈeɪm ðə vˈɪʒən ʌv wˈaɪt sˈeɪlz, ɐ skˈuːnɚ wɪð ˈɔːl hɜː kˈænvəs spɹˈɛd, dˈæzlɪŋ ɪnðə nˈuːndeɪ sˈʌn, sˈeɪlɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz sˌæn ˈiːmoʊ. ɐlˈɛɡɹə sˈæt ɡˈeɪzɪŋ æt ðə wˈaɪt sˈeɪlz, bˌʌt sˈɛd nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ wˈɜːd.