text_original: The cloud bank came on in black and yellow masses, and the saffron light I recalled so well turned the living green of the forest to a sickly pallor and the yellow river to a tinge scarce to be matched on earth.
text_transcription: THE CLOUDBANK CAME ON IN BLACK AND YELLOW MASSES AND THE SAFFRON LIGHT I RECALLED SO WELL TURNED THE LIVING GREEN OF THE FOREST TO A SICKLY PALLOR AND THE YELLOW RIVER TO A TINGE SCARCE TO BE MATCHED ON EARTH
phonemes: ðə klˈaʊd bˈæŋk kˈeɪm ˌɔn ɪn blˈæk ænd jˈɛloʊ mˈæsᵻz, ænd ðə sˈæfɹən lˈaɪt aɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːld sˌoʊ wˈɛl tˈɜːnd ðə lˈɪvɪŋ ɡɹˈiːn ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɪst tʊ ɐ sˈɪkli pˈælɚ ænd ðə jˈɛloʊ ɹˈɪvɚ tʊ ɐ tˈɪndʒ skˈɛɹs təbi mˈætʃt ˌɔn ˈɜːθ.