text_original: She found hope and thought and, voice anew beneath that magic sky. There was nothing but the still abiding sense of loss to mar the pleasure of her visit.
text_transcription: SHE FOUND HOPE AND THOUGHT AND VOICE ANEW BENEATH THAT MAGIC SKY THERE WAS NOTHING BUT THE STILL ABIDING SENSE OF LOSS TO MAR THE PLEASURE OF HER VISIT
phonemes: ʃiː fˈaʊnd hˈoʊp ænd θˈɔːt ænd, vˈɔɪs ɐnˈuː bᵻnˌiːθ ðæt mˈædʒɪk skˈaɪ. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ðə stˈɪl ɐbˈaɪdɪŋ sˈɛns ʌv lˈɔs tə mˈɑːɹ ðə plˈɛʒɚɹ ʌv hɜː vˈɪzɪt.