text_original: They walked on quickly over the starry yellow flowers in the grass. The bright day would have a golden ending; already there were amber lights shining calmly on the river. Giles, half asleep at the landing stage, looked up as they approached, and drew the back of his hand across his tired old eyes. Arnold seemed to be moved by a sudden impulse.
text_transcription: THEY WALKED ON QUICKLY OVER THE STARRY YELLOW FLOWERS IN THE GRASS THE BRIGHT DAY WOULD HAVE A GOLDEN ENDING ALREADY THERE WERE AMBER LIGHTS SHINING CALMLY ON THE RIVER GILES HALF ASLEEP AT THE LANDING STAGE LOOKED UP AS THEY APPROACHED AND DREW THE BACK OF HIS HAND ACROSS HIS TIRED OLD EYES ARNOLD SEEMED TO BE MOVED BY A SUDDEN IMPULSE
phonemes: ðeɪ wˈɔːkt ˌɔn kwˈɪkli ˌoʊvɚ ðə stˈɑːɹi jˈɛloʊ flˈaʊɚz ɪnðə ɡɹˈæs. ðə bɹˈaɪt dˈeɪ wʊdhɐv ɐ ɡˈoʊldən ˈɛndɪŋ; ɔːlɹˌɛdi ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ˈæmbɚ lˈaɪts ʃˈaɪnɪŋ kˈɑːmli ɔnðə ɹˈɪvɚ. dʒˈaɪlz, hˈæf ɐslˈiːp æt ðə lˈændɪŋ stˈeɪdʒ, lˈʊkt ˌʌp æz ðeɪ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt, ænd dɹˈuː ðə bˈæk ʌv hɪz hˈænd əkɹˌɑːs hɪz tˈaɪɚd ˈoʊld ˈaɪz. ˈɑːɹnəld sˈiːmd təbi mˈuːvd baɪ ɐ sˈʌdən ˈɪmpʌls.