text_original: Andrew comes through the wood  he beckons  holds up a letter.  'Tis your's, Caroline. * * * * * I have pondered on the contents of your letter three days. What shall I say for myself more than you have already said for me?
text_transcription: ANDREW COMES TO THE WOOD HE BECKONS HOLDS UP A LETTER TIS YOURS CAROLINE I HAVE PONDERED ON THE CONTENTS OF YOUR LETTER THREE DAYS WHAT SHALL I SAY FOR MYSELF MORE THAN YOU HAVE ALREADY SAID FOR ME
phonemes: ˈændɹuː kˈʌmz θɹuː ðə wˈʊd hiː bˈɛkənz hˈoʊldz ˌʌp ɐ lˈɛɾɚ.  tˈɪz jʊɹz, kˈæɹəlˌaɪn. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk aɪ hæv pˈɑːndɚd ɔnðə kˈɑːntɛnts ʌv jʊɹ lˈɛɾɚ θɹˈiː dˈeɪz. wˌʌt ʃˌæl aɪ sˈeɪ fɔːɹ maɪsˈɛlf mˈɔːɹ ðɐn juː hæv ɔːlɹˌɛdi sˈɛd fɔːɹ mˌiː?