text_original: The mare plunged forward, following. But, in the feel of her gallop, and the feel of my heart, there was no more that ecstasy of facing the unknown; there was only the cold, hasty dread of loneliness. Far asunder as the poles were those two sensations, evoked by this same motion.
text_transcription: THE MARE PLUNGED FORWARD FOLLOWING BUT THE FEET OF HER GALLOP AND THE FEEL OF MY HEART THERE WAS NO MORE THAT ECSTASY OF FACING THE UNKNOWN THERE WAS ONLY THE COLD HASTY DREAD OF LONELINESS FAR ASUNDER AS THE POLES WERE THOSE TWO SENSATIONS EVOKED BY THIS SAME MOTION
phonemes: ðə mˈɛɹ plˈʌndʒd fˈɔːɹwɚd, fˈɑːloʊɪŋ. bˌʌt, ɪnðə fˈiːl ʌv hɜː ɡˈæləp, ænd ðə fˈiːl ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðæt ˈɛkstəsi ʌv fˈeɪsɪŋ ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn; ðɛɹwˌʌz ˈoʊnli ðə kˈoʊld, hˈeɪsti dɹˈɛd ʌv lˈoʊnlinəs. fˈɑːɹ ɐsˈʌndɚɹ æz ðə pˈoʊlz wɜː ðoʊz tˈuː sɛnsˈeɪʃənz, ɪvˈoʊkt baɪ ðɪs sˈeɪm mˈoʊʃən.