text_original: ROMANCE—THREE GLEAMS On that New Year's morning when I drew up the blind it was still nearly dark, but for the faintest pink flush glancing out there on the horizon of black water. The far shore of the river's mouth was just soft dusk; and the dim trees below me were in perfect stillness.
text_transcription: ROMANCE THREE GLEAMS ON THAT NEW YEAR'S MORNING WHEN I DREW UP THE BLIND IT WAS STILL NEARLY DARK BUT FOR THE FAINTEST PINK FLUSH GLANCING OUT THERE ON THE HORIZON OF BLACK WATER THE FAR SHORE OF THE RIVER'S MOUTH WAS JUST SOFT DUSK AND THE DIM TREES BELOW ME WERE IN PERFECT STILLNESS
phonemes: ɹoʊmˈæns—θɹˈiː ɡlˈiːmz ˌɔn ðæt nˈuː jˈɪɹz mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wɛn aɪ dɹˈuː ˌʌp ðə blˈaɪnd ɪt wʌz stˈɪl nˌɪɹli dˈɑːɹk, bˌʌt fɚðə fˈeɪntɪst pˈɪŋk flˈʌʃ ɡlˈænsɪŋ ˈaʊt ðɛɹ ɔnðə hɚɹˈaɪzən ʌv blˈæk wˈɔːɾɚ. ðə fˈɑːɹ ʃˈɔːɹ ʌvðə ɹˈɪvɚz mˈaʊθ wʌz dʒˈʌst sˈɔft dˈʌsk; ænd ðə dˈɪm tɹˈiːz bᵻlˌoʊ mˌiː wɜːɹ ɪn pˈɜːfɛkt stˈɪlnəs.