text_original: She sat by his side, close to a massive pillar, near an open window set deep in the ancient wall. The breath of the warm summer wandered in, and she did not criticise the singing or the sermon. Through it all she could hear the distant bleating of flocks and the hum of bees.
text_transcription: SHE SAT BY HIS SIDE CLOSE TO A MASSIVE PILLAR NEAR AN OPEN WINDOW SET DEEP IN THE ANCIENT WALL THE BREATH OF THE WARM SUMMER WANDERED IN AND SHE DID NOT CRITICISE THE SINGING OR THE SERMON THROUGH IT ALL SHE COULD HEAR THE DISTANT BLEATING OF FLOCKS AND THE HUM OF BEES
phonemes: ʃiː sˈæt baɪ hɪz sˈaɪd, klˈoʊs tʊ ɐ mˈæsɪv pˈɪlɚ, nˌɪɹ ɐn ˈoʊpən wˈɪndoʊ sˈɛt dˈiːp ɪnðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt wˈɔːl. ðə bɹˈɛθ ʌvðə wˈɔːɹm sˈʌmɚ wˈɔndɚd ˈɪn, ænd ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt kɹˈɪɾɪsˌaɪz ðə sˈɪŋɪŋ ɔːɹ ðə sˈɜːmən. θɹuː ɪɾ ˈɔːl ʃiː kʊd hˈɪɹ ðə dˈɪstənt blˈiːɾɪŋ ʌv flˈɑːks ænd ðə hˈʌm ʌv bˈiːz.