text_original: But nothing answered, as if fearing to break the spell of her coming, to brush with reality the dark sea dew from her sail wings.
text_transcription: BUT NOTHING ANSWERED AS IF FEARING TO BREAK THE SPELL OF HER COMING TO BRUSH WITH REALITY THE DARK SEA DEW FROM HER SAIL WINGS
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈʌθɪŋ ˈænsɚd, æz ɪf fˈɪɹɪŋ tə bɹˈeɪk ðə spˈɛl ʌv hɜː kˈʌmɪŋ, tə bɹˈʌʃ wɪð ɹɪˈælᵻɾi ðə dˈɑːɹk sˈiː dˈuː fɹʌm hɜː sˈeɪl wˈɪŋz.