text_original: The wild winds had sunk to rest. A light shower had fallen in the early morning, beating out the sweetness of the new born roses, and the long, soft grass. The old walks glittered and twinkled in the sunshine. The sky was radiantly blue, and the clouds were fair.
text_transcription: THE WILD WINDS HAD SUNK TO REST A LIGHT SHOWER HAD FALLEN IN THE EARLY MORNING BEATING OUT THE SWEETNESS OF THE NEW BORN ROSES AND THE LONG SOFT GRASS THE OLD WALKS GLITTERED AND TWINKLED IN THE SUNSHINE THE SKY WAS RADIANTLY BLUE AND THE CLOUDS WERE FAIR
phonemes: ðə wˈaɪld wˈɪndz hæd sˈʌŋk tə ɹˈɛst. ɐ lˈaɪt ʃˈaʊɚ hæd fˈɔːlən ɪnðɪ ˈɜːli mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, bˈiːɾɪŋ ˈaʊt ðə swˈiːtnəs ʌvðə nˈuː bˈɔːɹn ɹˈoʊzᵻz, ænd ðə lˈɔŋ, sˈɔft ɡɹˈæs. ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈɔːks ɡlˈɪɾɚd ænd twˈɪŋkəld ɪnðə sˈʌnʃaɪn. ðə skˈaɪ wʌz ɹˈeɪdiəntli blˈuː, ænd ðə klˈaʊdz wɜː fˈɛɹ.