text_original: On these drooping tendrils, it was said, dim ghosts often swung in the moon  light,— the guilty spirits of those who had wilfully drowned themselves in Lake Sparbo ; and to these twigs, too, the water sprite fastened the cloud which was to bear him home again at sunrise.
text_transcription: ON THESE DROOPING TENDRILS IT WAS SAID DIM GHOSTS OFTEN SWUNG IN THE MOONLIGHT THE GUILTY SPIRITS OF THOSE WHO HAD WILFULLY DROWNED THEMSELVES IN LAKE SPARBO AND TO THESE TWIGS TOO THE WATER SPREAD FASTENED THE CLOUD WHICH WAS TO BEAR HIM HOME AGAIN AT SUNRISE
phonemes: ˌɔn ðiːz dɹˈuːpɪŋ tˈɛndɹəlz, ɪt wʌz sˈɛd, dˈɪm ɡˈoʊsts ˈɔfən swˈʌŋ ɪnðə mˈuːn lˈaɪt,— ðə ɡˈɪlti spˈɪɹɪts ʌv ðoʊz hˌuː hæd wˈɪlfəli dɹˈaʊnd ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪn lˈeɪk spˈɑːɹboʊ ; ænd tə ðiːz twˈɪɡz, tˈuː, ðə wˈɔːɾɚ spɹˈaɪt fˈæsənd ðə klˈaʊd wˌɪtʃ wʌz tə bˈɛɹ hˌɪm hˈoʊm ɐɡˈɛn æt sˈʌnɹaɪz.