text_original: The woods were all aflame with color, with wine and amber and gold, and the hills wore the misty mantle of shadowy blue so dear to my youthful memory.
text_transcription: THE WOODS WERE ALL AFLAME WITH COLOR WITH WINE AND AMBER AND GOLD AND THE HILLS WORE THE MISTY MANNAL OF SHADOWY BLUES SO DEAR TO MY YOUTHFUL MEMORY
phonemes: ðə wˈʊdz wɜːɹ ˈɔːl ɐflˈeɪm wɪð kˈʌlɚ, wɪð wˈaɪn ænd ˈæmbɚɹ ænd ɡˈoʊld, ænd ðə hˈɪlz wˈɔːɹ ðə mˈɪsti mˈæntəl ʌv ʃˈædoʊi blˈuː sˌoʊ dˈɪɹ tə maɪ jˈuːθfəl mˈɛmɚɹi.