text_original: By it nations had been made and unmade, broad lands passed, even as they now might pass. The yellow of its crackling flames was shamed by the summer sun, and the black smoke of it was wafted by the south wind over the forest.
text_transcription: BY IT NATIONS HAD BEEN MADE AND UNMADE BROAD LANDS PASSED EVEN AS THEY NOW MIGHT PASS THE YELLOW OF ITS CRACKLING FLAMES WAS SHAMED BY THE SUMMER SUN AND THE BLACK SMOKE OF IT WAS WAFTED BY THE SOUTH WIND OVER THE FOREST
phonemes: baɪ ɪt nˈeɪʃənz hɐdbɪn mˌeɪd ænd ʌnmˈeɪd, bɹˈɔːd lˈændz pˈæst, ˈiːvən æz ðeɪ nˈaʊ mˌaɪt pˈæs. ðə jˈɛloʊ ʌv ɪts kɹˈæklɪŋ flˈeɪmz wʌz ʃˈeɪmd baɪ ðə sˈʌmɚ sˈʌn, ænd ðə blˈæk smˈoʊk ʌv ɪt wʌz wˈæftᵻd baɪ ðə sˈaʊθ wˈɪnd ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈɔːɹɪst.