text_original: We stopped midway in the calm obscurity, with our arms around each other, and had one of those long talks that friends, even the most confidential, can have only in the darkness. Cheek to cheek under the soft dim mantle of the starlight, the night flowers of the innermost soul open.
text_transcription: WE STOPPED MIDWAY IN THE CALM OBSCURITY WITH OUR ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND HAD ONE OF THOSE LONG TALKS THAT FRIENDS EVEN THE MOST CONFIDENTIAL CAN HAVE ONLY IN THE DARKNESS CHEEK TO CHEEK UNDER THE SOFT DIM MANTLE OF THE STARLIGHT THE NIGHT FLOWERS OF THE INNERMOST SOUL OPEN
phonemes: wiː stˈɑːpt mˈɪdweɪ ɪnðə kˈɑːm əbskjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi, wɪð ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɑːɹmz ɚɹˈaʊnd ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, ænd hæd wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz lˈɔŋ tˈɔːks ðæt fɹˈɛndz, ˈiːvən ðə mˈoʊst kˌɑːnfɪdˈɛnʃəl, kæn hæv ˈoʊnli ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs. tʃˈiːk tə tʃˈiːk ˌʌndɚ ðə sˈɔft dˈɪm mˈæntəl ʌvðə stˈɑːɹlaɪt, ðə nˈaɪt flˈaʊɚz ʌvðɪ ˈɪnɚmˌoʊst sˈoʊl ˈoʊpən.