text_original: It was a day of sober brightness. A white mist had risen above the western slopes, and the setting sun shone through it. Brown furrows had begun to take a rich auburn tinge; tree shadows crept farther and farther across the green sod; crows flew heavily homewards. From the wet thickets came the old fresh ferny scents, sweetening the calm air.
text_transcription: IT WAS A DAY OF SOBER BRIGHTNESS A WHITE MIST HAD RISEN ABOVE THE WESTERN SLOPES AND THE SETTING SUN SHONE THROUGH IT BROWN FURROWS HAD BEGUN TO TAKE A RICH AUBAN TINGE TREE SHADOWS CREPT FARTHER AND FARTHER ACROSS THE GREEN SOD CROWS FLEW HEAVILY HOMEWARDS FROM THE WET THICKETS CAME THE OLD FRESH FERNY SCENTS SWEETENING THE CALM AIR
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ dˈeɪ ʌv sˈoʊbɚ bɹˈaɪtnəs. ɐ wˈaɪt mˈɪst hæd ɹˈɪzən əbˌʌv ðə wˈɛstɚn slˈoʊps, ænd ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn ʃˈɑːn θɹˈuː ɪt. bɹˈaʊn fˈɜːɹoʊz hæd bɪɡˈʌn tə tˈeɪk ɐ ɹˈɪtʃ ˈɔːbɜːn tˈɪndʒ; tɹˈiː ʃˈædoʊz kɹˈɛpt fˈɑːɹðɚ ænd fˈɑːɹðɚɹ əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɡɹˈiːn sˈɑːd; kɹˈoʊz flˈuː hˈɛvili hˈoʊmwɚdz. fɹʌmðə wˈɛt θˈɪkɪts kˈeɪm ðɪ ˈoʊld fɹˈɛʃ fˈɜːni sˈɛnts, swˈiːʔn̩ɪŋ ðə kˈɑːm ˈɛɹ.