text_original: And still I ran—she slipping ever further into the grove, and ever looking back at me. And I thought: But I will catch you yet, you nymph of perdition! The wood will soon be passed, you will have no cover then!
text_transcription: AND STILL I RAN SHE SLIPPING EVER FURTHER INTO THE GROVE AND EVER LOOKING BACK AT ME AND I THOUGHT BUT I WILL CATCH YOU YET YOU NYMPH OF PERDITION THE WOOD WILL SOON BE PASSED YOU WILL HAVE NO COVER THEN
phonemes: ænd stˈɪl aɪ ɹˈæn—ʃiː slˈɪpɪŋ ˈɛvɚ fˈɜːðɚɹ ˌɪntʊ ðə ɡɹˈoʊv, ænd ˈɛvɚ lˈʊkɪŋ bˈæk æt mˌiː. ænd aɪ θˈɔːt: bˌʌt aɪ wɪl kˈætʃ juː jˈɛt, juː nˈɪmf ʌv pɜːdˈɪʃən! ðə wˈʊd wɪl sˈuːn biː pˈæst, juː wɪl hæv nˈoʊ kˈʌvɚ ðˈɛn!