text_original: The pale, clear sky, the setting sun, the evening stillness  ah, somehow I felt disposed to grieve and feel hurt at these things; my heart seemed to be over charged, and to be calling for tears to relieve it. But why should I write this to you?
text_transcription: THE PALE CLEAR SKY THE SETTING SUN THE EVENING STILLNESS AH SOMEHOW I FELT DISPOSED TO GRIEVE AND FEEL HURT AT THESE THINGS MY HEART SEEMED TO BE OVERCHARGED AND TO BE CALLING FOR TEARS TO RELIEVE IT BUT WHY SHOULD I WRITE THIS TO YOU
phonemes: ðə pˈeɪl, klˈɪɹ skˈaɪ, ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn, ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ stˈɪlnəs ˈɑː, sˈʌmhaʊ aɪ fˈɛlt dɪspˈoʊzd tə ɡɹˈiːv ænd fˈiːl hˈɜːt æt ðiːz θˈɪŋz; maɪ hˈɑːɹt sˈiːmd təbi ˌoʊvɚ tʃˈɑːɹdʒd, ænd təbi kˈɔːlɪŋ fɔːɹ tˈɪɹz tə ɹᵻlˈiːv ɪt. bˌʌt wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd aɪ ɹˈaɪt ðɪs tə juː?