text_original: "But there will never be a parting," said Elsie, taking a last look at the fading light of the sunset. "Did not Harold and Meta walk together to the very brink of the river? and is not the vanished hand still pointing to the home of rest upon the other side?"
text_transcription: BUT THERE NEVER WILL BE A PARTING SAID ELSIE TAKING A LAST LOOK AT THE FADING LIGHT OF THE SUNSET DID NOT HAROLD AND META WALK TOGETHER TO THE VERY BRINK OF THE RIVER AND IS NOT THE VANISHED HAND STILL POINTING TO THE HOME OF REST UPON THE OTHER SIDE
phonemes: "bˌʌt ðɛɹ wɪl nˈɛvɚ biː ɐ pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ," sˈɛd ˈɛlsi, tˈeɪkɪŋ ɐ lˈæst lˈʊk æt ðə fˈeɪdɪŋ lˈaɪt ʌvðə sˈʌnsɛt. "dɪdnˌɑːt hˈæɹəld ænd mˈɛɾə wˈɔːk təɡˌɛðɚ tə ðə vˈɛɹi bɹˈɪŋk ʌvðə ɹˈɪvɚ? ænd ɪz nˌɑːt ðə vˈænɪʃt hˈænd stˈɪl pˈɔɪntɪŋ tə ðə hˈoʊm ʌv ɹˈɛst əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈʌðɚ sˈaɪd?"