text_original: ''What then, my gentle sister?" "Do you think" — the uncomplaining eyes, in which there is so much endurance, fill with tears, and the lips part a little more and tremble — " that it will seem long to me, while I wait for her in the better land where I trust both you and I will be mercifully sheltered?
text_transcription: WHAT THEN MY GENTLE SISTER DO YOU THINK THE UNCOMPLAINING EYES IN WHICH THERE IS SO MUCH ENDURANCE FILL WITH TEARS AND THE LIPS PART A LITTLE MORE AND TREMBLE THAT IT WILL SEEM LONG TO ME WHILE I WAIT FOR HER IN THE BETTER LAND WHERE I TRUST BOTH YOU AND I WILL BE MERCIFULLY SHELTERED
phonemes: wˌʌt ðˈɛn, maɪ dʒˈɛntəl sˈɪstɚ?" "dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk" — ðɪ ʌŋkəmplˈeɪnɪŋ ˈaɪz, ɪnwˌɪtʃ ðɛɹ ɪz sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ɛndˈʊɹɹəns, fˈɪl wɪð tˈɪɹz, ænd ðə lˈɪps pˈɑːɹt ɐ lˈɪɾəl mˈɔːɹ ænd tɹˈɛmbəl — " ðˌɐɾɪt wɪl sˈiːm lˈɔŋ tə mˌiː, wˌaɪl aɪ wˈeɪt fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ɪnðə bˈɛɾɚ lˈænd wˌɛɹ aɪ tɹˈʌst bˈoʊθ juː ænd aɪ wɪl biː mˈɜːsɪfəli ʃˈɛltɚd?