text_original: On that side where I stood ancient oaks thrust their gnarled roots into the water, and these knees were bridged by treacherous platforms of moss.
text_transcription: ON THAT SIDE WHERE I STOOD ANCIENT OAKS THRUST THEIR GNARLED ROOTS INTO THE WATER AND THESE KNEES WERE BRIDGED BY TREACHEROUS PLATFORMS OF MOSS
phonemes: ˌɔn ðæt sˈaɪd wˌɛɹ aɪ stˈʊd ˈeɪntʃənt ˈoʊks θɹˈʌst ðɛɹ nˈɑːɹld ɹˈuːts ˌɪntʊ ðə wˈɔːɾɚ, ænd ðiːz nˈiːz wɜː bɹˈɪdʒd baɪ tɹˈɛtʃɚɹəs plˈætfɔːɹmz ʌv mˈɔs.