text_original: Take note, my lady, that your way Lies backward to the Chatelet! She shook her head and gazed awhile At her cold hands with a rueful smile, As though this thing had made her mad. This was the parting that they had Beside the haystack in the floods.
text_transcription: TAKE NOTE MY LADY THAT YOUR WAY LIES BACKWARD TO THE CHATELAY SHE SHOOK HER HEAD AND GAZED AWHILE AT HER COLD HANDS WITH A RUEFUL SMILE AS THOUGH THIS THING HAD MADE HER MAD THIS WAS THE PARTING THAT THEY HAD BESIDE THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS
phonemes: tˈeɪk nˈoʊt, maɪ lˈeɪdi, ðæt jʊɹ wˈeɪ lˈaɪz bˈækwɚd tə ðə tʃˈeɪtlɪt! ʃiː ʃˈʊk hɜː hˈɛd ænd ɡˈeɪzd ɐwˈaɪl æt hɜː kˈoʊld hˈændz wɪð ɐ ɹˈuːfəl smˈaɪl, æz ðˌoʊ ðɪs θˈɪŋ hæd mˌeɪd hɜː mˈæd. ðɪs wʌzðə pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ðæt ðeɪ hæd bᵻsˌaɪd ðə hˈeɪstæk ɪnðə flˈʌdz.