text_original: She did not speak, and her head was drooping. The bough that she had held was released, and sprang back, rustling its foliage. The stillness, the grey light, the heavy shadows of the trees, gave a strange unreality to the moment.
text_transcription: SHE DID NOT SPEAK AND HER HEAD WAS DROOPING THE BOW THAT SHE HAD HELD WAS RELEASED AND SPRANG BACK RUSTLING ITS FOLIAGE THE STILLNESS THE GRAY LIGHT THE HEAVY SHADOWS OF THE TREES GAVE A STRANGE UNREALITY TO THE MOMENT
phonemes: ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt spˈiːk, ænd hɜː hˈɛd wʌz dɹˈuːpɪŋ. ðə bˈaʊ ðæt ʃiː hæd hˈɛld wʌz ɹᵻlˈiːst, ænd spɹˈæŋ bˈæk, ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ ɪts fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ. ðə stˈɪlnəs, ðə ɡɹˈeɪ lˈaɪt, ðə hˈɛvi ʃˈædoʊz ʌvðə tɹˈiːz, ɡˈeɪv ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ ʌnɹɪˈælᵻɾi tə ðə mˈoʊmənt.