text_original: If I could only reach that lovely valley and the clear stream which ran through it ; but this was a vain longing, un  til there appeared in it a young man in a grey suit and soft broad brimmed black felt hat. He came up the precipice toward me, and a way made itself before him, until he held up his hand, and said: "Come down!"
text_transcription: IF I COULD ONLY REACH THAT LOVELY VALLEY AND THE CLEAR STREAM WHICH RAN THROUGH IT BUT THIS WAS A VAIN LONGING UNTIL THERE APPEARED IN IT A YOUNG MAN IN A GREY SUIT AND SOFT BROAD BRIMMED BLACK FELT HAT HE CAME UP THE PRECIPICE TOWARD ME AND AWAY MADE ITSELF BEFORE HIM UNTIL HE HELD UP HIS HAND AND SAID COME DOWN
phonemes: ɪf aɪ kʊd ˈoʊnli ɹˈiːtʃ ðæt lˈʌvli vˈæli ænd ðə klˈɪɹ stɹˈiːm wˌɪtʃ ɹˈæn θɹˈuː ɪt ; bˌʌt ðɪs wʌzɐ vˈeɪn lˈɔŋɪŋ, ˈʌn tˈɪl ðɛɹ ɐpˈɪɹd ɪn ɪɾ ɐ jˈʌŋ mˈæn ɪn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪ sˈuːt ænd sˈɔft bɹˈɔːd bɹˈɪmd blˈæk fˈɛlt hˈæt. hiː kˈeɪm ˌʌp ðə pɹˈɛsᵻpˌɪs təwˈɔːɹd mˌiː, ænd ɐ wˈeɪ mˌeɪd ɪtsˈɛlf bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, ʌntˈɪl hiː hˈɛld ˌʌp hɪz hˈænd, ænd sˈɛd: "kˈʌm dˈaʊn!"