text_original: Truly better, to leave her soul to speak in the world for aye, for the wind to be stronger for her breath, and the heather more purple from her heart ; better far to be lost in the all embra  cing, all transmuting process of life, than to live in cramped and individual pain.
text_transcription: TRULY BETTER TO LEAVE HER SOUL TO SPEAK IN THE WORLD FOR AYE FOR THE WIND TO BE STRONGER FOR HER BREATH AND THE HEATHER MORE PURPLE FROM HER HEART BETTER FAR TO BE LOST IN THE ALL EMBRACING ALL TRANSMUTING PROCESS OF LIFE THAN TO LIVE IN CRAMPED AND INDIVIDUAL PAIN
phonemes: tɹˈuːli bˈɛɾɚ, tə lˈiːv hɜː sˈoʊl tə spˈiːk ɪnðə wˈɜːld fɔːɹ ˈaɪ, fɚðə wˈɪnd təbi stɹˈɔŋɡɚ fɔːɹ hɜː bɹˈɛθ, ænd ðə hˈɛðɚ mˈɔːɹ pˈɜːpəl fɹʌm hɜː hˈɑːɹt ; bˈɛɾɚ fˈɑːɹ təbi lˈɔst ɪnðɪ ˈɔːl ɛmbɹˈæ sˈɪŋ, ˈɔːl tɹænsmjˈuːɾɪŋ pɹˈɑːsɛs ʌv lˈaɪf, ðɐn tə lˈɪv ɪn kɹˈæmpt ænd ˌɪndᵻvˈɪdʒuːəl pˈeɪn.