text_original: A chill wind from the distant mountain rent her frail garments and with sinking heart she saw the leaves of her robe were turning yellow, the blossoms were fading and dying. A cruel wind blew and tore to pieces her coronet of flowers.
text_transcription: A CHILL WIND FROM THE DISTANT MOUNTAIN RENT HER FRAIL GARMENTS AND WITH SINKING HEART SHE SAW THE LEAVES OF HER ROBE WERE TURNING YELLOW THE BLOSSOMS WERE FADING AND DYING A CRUEL WIND BLEW AND TORE TO PIECES HER CORONET OF FLOWERS
phonemes: ɐ tʃˈɪl wˈɪnd fɹʌmðə dˈɪstənt mˈaʊntɪn ɹˈɛnt hɜː fɹˈeɪl ɡˈɑːɹmənts ænd wɪð sˈɪŋkɪŋ hˈɑːɹt ʃiː sˈɔː ðə lˈiːvz ʌv hɜː ɹˈoʊb wɜː tˈɜːnɪŋ jˈɛloʊ, ðə blˈɔsəmz wɜː fˈeɪdɪŋ ænd dˈaɪɪŋ. ɐ kɹˈuːəl wˈɪnd blˈuː ænd tˈɔːɹ tə pˈiːsᵻz hɜː kˈɔːɹənˌɛt ʌv flˈaʊɚz.