text_original: She threw up her head, snorted, and stood still; and there passed just in front of us a pony and her foal, shapes of scampering dusk, whisked like blurred shadows across a sheet. Hoof silent in the long heather—as ever were visiting ghosts—they were gone in a flash. The mare plunged forward, following. But, in the feel of her gallop, and the feel of my heart, there was no more that ecstasy of facing the unknown; there was only the cold, hasty dread of loneliness.
text_transcription: SHE THREW UP HER HEAD SNORTED AND STOOD STILL AND THERE PASSED JUST IN FRONT OF US A PONY AND HER FOAL SHAPES OF SCAMPERING DUSK WHISKED LIKE BLURRED SHADOWS ACROSS A SHEET WHO SILENT IN THE LONG HEATHER AS EVER WERE VISITING GHOSTS THEY WERE GONE IN A FLASH THE MARE PLUNGED FORWARD FOLLOWING BUT THE FEET OF HER GALLOP AND THE FEEL OF MY HEART THERE WAS NO MORE THAT ECSTASY OF FACING THE UNKNOWN THERE WAS ONLY THE COLD HASTY DREAD OF LONELINESS
phonemes: ʃiː θɹˈuː ˌʌp hɜː hˈɛd, snˈɔːɹɾᵻd, ænd stˈʊd stˈɪl; ænd ðɛɹ pˈæst dʒˈʌst ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv ˌʌs ɐ pˈoʊni ænd hɜː fˈoʊl, ʃˈeɪps ʌv skˈæmpɚɹɪŋ dˈʌsk, wˈɪskt lˈaɪk blˈɜːd ʃˈædoʊz əkɹˌɑːs ɐ ʃˈiːt. hˈuːf sˈaɪlənt ɪnðə lˈɔŋ hˈɛðɚ—æz ˈɛvɚ wɜː vˈɪzɪɾɪŋ ɡˈoʊsts—ðeɪ wɜː ɡɔn ɪn ɐ flˈæʃ. ðə mˈɛɹ plˈʌndʒd fˈɔːɹwɚd, fˈɑːloʊɪŋ. bˌʌt, ɪnðə fˈiːl ʌv hɜː ɡˈæləp, ænd ðə fˈiːl ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðæt ˈɛkstəsi ʌv fˈeɪsɪŋ ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn; ðɛɹwˌʌz ˈoʊnli ðə kˈoʊld, hˈeɪsti dɹˈɛd ʌv lˈoʊnlinəs.