text_original: And from her eyes, and the scanty gleam of her flying limbs, I never looked away, not even when I stumbled or ran against tree trunks in my blind haste. And at every clearing I flew more furiously, thinking to seize all of her with my gaze before she could cross the glade; but ever she found some little low tree, some bush of birch ungrown, or the far top branches of the next grove to screen her flying body and preserve allurement. And all the time she was dipping, dipping to the rim of the world.
text_transcription: AND FROM HER EYES AND THE SCANTY GLEAM OF HER FLYING LIMBS I NEVER LOOKED AWAY NOT EVEN WHEN I STUMBLED OR RAN AGAINST TREE TRUNKS IN MY BLIND HASTE AND AT EVERY CLEARING I FLEW MORE FURIOUSLY THINKING TO SEIZE ALL OF HER WITH MY GAZE BEFORE SHE COULD CROSS THE GLADE BUT EVER SHE FOUND SOME LITTLE LOW TREE SOME BUSH OF BIRCH UNGROWN OR THE FAR TOP BRANCHES OF THE NEXT GROVE TO SCREEN HER FLYING BODY AND PRESERVE ALLIORMENT AND ALL THE TIME SHE WAS STIPPING DIPPING TO THE RIM OF THE WORLD
phonemes: ænd fɹʌm hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ænd ðə skˈænti ɡlˈiːm ʌv hɜː flˈaɪɪŋ lˈɪmz, aɪ nˈɛvɚ lˈʊkt ɐwˈeɪ, nˌɑːt ˈiːvən wɛn aɪ stˈʌmbəld ɔːɹ ɹˈæn ɐɡˈɛnst tɹˈiː tɹˈʌŋks ɪn maɪ blˈaɪnd hˈeɪst. ænd æɾ ˈɛvɹi klˈɪɹɪŋ aɪ flˈuː mˈɔːɹ fjˈʊɹɹiəsli, θˈɪŋkɪŋ tə sˈiːz ˈɔːl ʌv hɜː wɪð maɪ ɡˈeɪz bᵻfˌɔːɹ ʃiː kʊd kɹˈɔs ðə ɡlˈeɪd; bˌʌt ˈɛvɚ ʃiː fˈaʊnd sˌʌm lˈɪɾəl lˈoʊ tɹˈiː, sˌʌm bˈʊʃ ʌv bˈɜːtʃ ʌŋɡɹˈoʊn, ɔːɹ ðə fˈɑːɹ tˈɑːp bɹˈæntʃᵻz ʌvðə nˈɛkst ɡɹˈoʊv tə skɹˈiːn hɜː flˈaɪɪŋ bˈɑːdi ænd pɹɪzˈɜːv ɐlˈʊɹmənt. ænd ˈɔːl ðə tˈaɪm ʃiː wʌz dˈɪpɪŋ, dˈɪpɪŋ tə ðə ɹˈɪm ʌvðə wˈɜːld.