text_original: Let an unhappy man be thrown among wild, high mountains beside some black lake in the heart of a dark forest, at the close of day, and he will see this solemn scene through a funereal veil ; he will not feel that the sun is setting, but that it is dying.
text_transcription: LET AN UNHAPPY MAN BE THROWN AMONG WILD HIGH MOUNTAINS BESIDE SOME BLACK LAKE IN THE HEART OF A DARK FOREST AT THE CLOSE OF DAY AND HE WILL SEE THIS SOLEMN SCENE THROUGH A FUNEREAL VEIL HE WILL NOT FEEL THAT THE SUN IS SETTING BUT THAT IT IS DYING
phonemes: lˈɛt ɐn ʌnhˈæpi mˈæn biː θɹˈoʊn ɐmˌʌŋ wˈaɪld, hˈaɪ mˈaʊntɪnz bᵻsˌaɪd sˌʌm blˈæk lˈeɪk ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt əvə dˈɑːɹk fˈɔːɹɪst, æt ðə klˈoʊs ʌv dˈeɪ, ænd hiː wɪl sˈiː ðɪs sˈɑːləm sˈiːn θɹuː ɐ fjuːnˈiəɹɪəl vˈeɪl ; hiː wɪl nˌɑːt fˈiːl ðætðə sˈʌn ɪz sˈɛɾɪŋ, bˌʌt ðˌɐɾɪt ɪz dˈaɪɪŋ.