text_original: The sun came up. Shadows of jessamine sprays were drawn sharply on the white blind; a glory of golden light fell on the chamber wall. Towards that light the dying face was turned.
text_transcription: THE SUN CAME UP SHADOWS OF JESSAMINE SPRAYS WERE DRAWN SHARPLY ON THE WHITE BLIND A GLORY OF GOLDEN LIGHT FELL ON THE CHAMBER WALL TOWARDS THAT LIGHT THE DYING FACE WAS TURNED
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn kˈeɪm ˈʌp. ʃˈædoʊz ʌv dʒˈɛsɐmˌiːn spɹˈeɪz wɜː dɹˈɔːn ʃˈɑːɹpli ɔnðə wˈaɪt blˈaɪnd; ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌv ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪt fˈɛl ɔnðə tʃˈeɪmbɚ wˈɔːl. təwˈɔːɹdz ðæt lˈaɪt ðə dˈaɪɪŋ fˈeɪs wʌz tˈɜːnd.