text_original: That was all. And yet that white winged legion through whom we had ploughed our way were not, could never be, to me just gulls—there was more than mere sun glamour gilding their misty plumes; there was the wizardry of my past wonder, the enchantment of romance.
text_transcription: THAT WAS ALL AND YET THAT WHITE WINGED LEGION THROUGH WHOM WE HAD PLOUGHED OUR WAY WERE NOT COULD NEVER BE TO ME JUST GULLS THERE WAS MORE THAN MERE SUN GRAMMAR GILDING THEIR MISTY PLUMES THERE WAS THE WIZARDRY OF MY PAST WONDER THE ENCHANTMENT OF ROMANCE
phonemes: ðæt wʌz ˈɔːl. ænd jˈɛt ðæt wˈaɪt wˈɪŋd lˈiːdʒən θɹuː hˈuːm wiː hæd plˈaʊd ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ wɜː nˈɑːt, kʊd nˈɛvɚ bˈiː, tə mˌiː dʒˈʌst ɡˈʌlz—ðɛɹwˌʌz mˈɔːɹ ðɐn mˈɪɹ sˈʌn ɡlˈæmɚ ɡˈɪldɪŋ ðɛɹ mˈɪsti plˈuːmz; ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə wˈɪzɚdɹi ʌv maɪ pˈæst wˈʌndɚ, ðɪ ɛntʃˈæntmənt ʌv ɹoʊmˈæns.