text_original: How fresh it used to seem, yet how cold! The dew would be falling upon the turf, lights would be beginning to shine forth from the huts on the pond's margin, and the cattle would be wending their way home. Then quietly I would slip out of the house to look at my beloved pond, and forget myself in contemplation.
text_transcription: HOW FRESH IT USED TO SEEM YET HOW COLD THE DEW WOULD BE FALLING UPON THE TURF LIGHTS WOULD BE BEGINNING TO SHINE FORTH FROM THE HUTS ON THE POND'S MARGIN AND THE CATTLE WOULD BE WENDING THEIR WAY HOME THEN QUIETLY I WOULD SLIP OUT OF THE HOUSE TO LOOK AT MY BELOVED POND AND FORGET MYSELF IN CONTEMPLATION
phonemes: hˌaʊ fɹˈɛʃ ɪt jˈuːzd tə sˈiːm, jˈɛt hˌaʊ kˈoʊld! ðə dˈuː wʊd biː fˈɔːlɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə tˈɜːf, lˈaɪts wʊd biː bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ tə ʃˈaɪn fˈɔːɹθ fɹʌmðə hˈʌts ɔnðə pˈɑːndz mˈɑːɹdʒɪn, ænd ðə kˈæɾəl wʊd biː wˈɛndɪŋ ðɛɹ wˈeɪ hˈoʊm. ðˈɛn kwˈaɪətli aɪ wʊd slˈɪp ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈaʊs tə lˈʊk æt maɪ bᵻlˈʌvd pˈɑːnd, ænd fɚɡˈɛt maɪsˈɛlf ɪn kˌɑːntəmplˈeɪʃən.