text_original: In the air was a touch of frost, and a smoky mist drift clung here and there above the reeds, blurring the shores of the lagoon so that we seemed to be steaming across boundless water, till some clump of trees would fling its top out of the fog, then fall back into whiteness.
text_transcription: IN THE AIR WAS A TOUCH OF FROST AND THE SMOKY MIST DRIFT CLUNG HERE AND THERE ABOVE THE REEDS BLURRING THE SHORES OF THE LAGOON SO THAT WE SEEMED TO BE STEAMING ACROSS BOUNDLESS WATER TILL SOME CLUMP OF TREES WOULD FLING ITS TOP OUT OF THE FOG THEN FALL BACK INTO WHITENESS
phonemes: ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ wʌzɐ tˈʌtʃ ʌv fɹˈɔst, ænd ɐ smˈoʊki mˈɪst dɹˈɪft klˈʌŋ hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ əbˌʌv ðə ɹˈiːdz, blˈɜːɹɪŋ ðə ʃˈɔːɹz ʌvðə lɐɡˈuːn sˌoʊ ðæt wiː sˈiːmd təbi stˈiːmɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs bˈaʊndləs wˈɔːɾɚ, tˈɪl sˌʌm klˈʌmp ʌv tɹˈiːz wʊd flˈɪŋ ɪts tˈɑːp ˌaʊɾəv ðə fˈɑːɡ, ðˈɛn fˈɔːl bˈæk ˌɪntʊ wˈaɪtnəs.