text_original: The grey, transparent veil of dusk stole down, and the clear stars shone through it. A little wind came creeping up the garden like a human sigh. One or two white moths flitted past, and a bird uttered a sleepy, smothered note.
text_transcription: THE GRAY TRANSPARENT VEIL OF DUSK STOLE DOWN AND THE CLEAR STARS SHONE THROUGH IT A LITTLE WIND CAME CREEPING UP THE GARDEN LIKE A HUMAN SIGH ONE OR TWO WHITE MOTHS FLITTED PAST AND A BIRD UTTERED A SLEEPY SMOTHERED NOTE
phonemes: ðə ɡɹˈeɪ, tɹænspˈæɹənt vˈeɪl ʌv dˈʌsk stˈoʊl dˈaʊn, ænd ðə klˈɪɹ stˈɑːɹz ʃˈɑːn θɹˈuː ɪt. ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈɪnd kˈeɪm kɹˈiːpɪŋ ˌʌp ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən lˈaɪk ɐ hjˈuːmən sˈaɪ. wˈʌn ɔːɹ tˈuː wˈaɪt mˈɑːθs flˈɪɾᵻd pˈæst, ænd ɐ bˈɜːd ˈʌɾɚd ɐ slˈiːpi, smˈʌðɚd nˈoʊt.