text_original: Throwing frightened glances at the sky, she hastened down the drive. The purple was couched like a pall on the treetops, and these had begun to sway and moan as though struggling and weeping at their fate.
text_transcription: THROWING FRIGHTENED GLANCES AT THE SKY SHE HASTENED DOWN THE DRIVE THE PURPLE WAS COUCHED LIKE A PALL ON THE TREE TOPS AND THESE HAD BEGUN TO SWAY AND MOAN AS THOUGH STRUGGLING AND WEEPING AT THEIR FATE
phonemes: θɹˈoʊɪŋ fɹˈaɪʔn̩d ɡlˈænsᵻz æt ðə skˈaɪ, ʃiː hˈeɪsənd dˌaʊn ðə dɹˈaɪv. ðə pˈɜːpəl wʌz kˈaʊtʃt lˈaɪk ɐ pˈɔːl ɔnðə tɹˈiːtɑːps, ænd ðiːz hæd bɪɡˈʌn tə swˈeɪ ænd mˈoʊn æz ðˌoʊ stɹˈʌɡlɪŋ ænd wˈiːpɪŋ æt ðɛɹ fˈeɪt.