text_original: All that long day she journeyed ; She scanned the desert wide, In all its lonely reaches There was no soul beside — THE LEGEND OF THE BABOUSHKA 403 No track to guide her onward, No footprints in the sand, Only the vast, still spaces Wide stretched on either hand
text_transcription: ALL THAT LONG DAY SHE JOURNEYED SHE SCANNED THE DESERT WIDE IN ALL ITS LONELY REACHES THERE WAS NO SOUL BESIDE NO TRACK TO GUIDE HER ONWARD NO FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND ONLY THE VAST STILL SPACES WIDE STRETCHED ON EITHER HAND
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðæt lˈɔŋ dˈeɪ ʃiː dʒˈɜːnid ; ʃiː skˈænd ðə dˈɛzɚt wˈaɪd, ɪn ˈɔːl ɪts lˈoʊnli ɹˈiːtʃᵻz ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sˈoʊl bᵻsˈaɪd — ðə lˈɛdʒənd ʌvðə bˈæbaʊʃkə fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː nˈoʊ tɹˈæk tə ɡˈaɪd hɜːɹ ˈɑːnwɚd, nˈoʊ fˈʊtpɹɪnts ɪnðə sˈænd, ˈoʊnli ðə vˈæst, stˈɪl spˈeɪsᵻz wˈaɪd stɹˈɛtʃt ˌɔn ˈiːðɚ hˈænd