text_original: There came into our minds visions, so distant in that darkening vapour, of a warm stall and manger of oats; of tea and a log fire.
text_transcription: THERE CAME INTO OUR MINDS VISIONS SO DISTANT IN THAT DARKENING VAPOUR OF A WARM STALL AND MANGER OF OATS OF TEA AND A LOG FIRE
phonemes: ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚ mˈaɪndz vˈɪʒənz, sˌoʊ dˈɪstənt ɪn ðæt dˈɑːɹkənɪŋ vˈeɪpɚ, əvə wˈɔːɹm stˈɔːl ænd mˈeɪndʒɚɹ ʌv ˈoʊts; ʌv tˈiː ænd ɐ lˈɔɡ fˈaɪɚ.