text_original: Quiet pools, lying here and there about the park, glittered as if the old Cana miracle had been wrought upon them, and their waters were changed to wine. The colour was too intense, too fiery.
text_transcription: QUIET POOLS LYING HERE AND THERE ABOUT THE PARK GLITTERED AS IF THE OLD CANE MIRACLE HAD BEEN WROUGHT UPON THEM AND THEIR WATERS WERE CHANGED TO WINE THE COLOR WAS TOO INTENSE TOO FIERY
phonemes: kwˈaɪət pˈuːlz, lˈaɪɪŋ hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ ɐbˌaʊt ðə pˈɑːɹk, ɡlˈɪɾɚd æz ɪf ðɪ ˈoʊld kˈɑːnə mˈɪɹəkəl hɐdbɪn ɹˈɔːt əpˌɑːn ðˌɛm, ænd ðɛɹ wˈɔːɾɚz wɜː tʃˈeɪndʒd tə wˈaɪn. ðə kˈʌlɚ wʌz tˈuː ɪntˈɛns, tˈuː fˈaɪɚɹi.