text_original: Their foliage no longer intercepts my eye when it would extend itself around the vast horizon. I, now seated on the ivy covered ruins of the hermitage, view this space; and tell myself it contains not one being to whom Sibella is the object of esteem, tenderness, or concern.
text_transcription: THEIR FOLIAGE NO LONGER INTERCEPTS MY EYE WHEN IT WOULD EXTEND ITSELF AROUND THE VAST HORIZON I NOW SEATED ON THE IVY COVERED RUINS OF THE HERMITAGE VIEW THIS SPACE AND TELL MYSELF IT CONTAINS NOT ONE BEING TO WHOM CYBELA IS THE OBJECT OF ESTEEM TENDERNESS OR CONCERN
phonemes: ðɛɹ fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ˌɪntɚsˈɛpts maɪ ˈaɪ wɛn ɪt wʊd ɛkstˈɛnd ɪtsˈɛlf ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə vˈæst hɚɹˈaɪzən. ˈaɪ, nˈaʊ sˈiːɾᵻd ɔnðɪ ˈaɪvi kˈʌvɚd ɹˈuːɪnz ʌvðə hˈɜːmɪɾɪdʒ, vjˈuː ðɪs spˈeɪs; ænd tˈɛl maɪsˈɛlf ɪt kəntˈeɪnz nˌɑːt wˈʌn bˌiːɪŋ tə hˈuːm saɪbˈɛlə ɪz ðɪ ˈɑːbdʒɛkt ʌv ɛstˈiːm, tˈɛndɚnəs, ɔːɹ kənsˈɜːn.