text_original: What is it they say, those swaying boughs and branches that throb with every wind, and these that stand around you, silently, waiting their last service to man, each with some final sacrificial offering—the apple wood giving in incense, the oak giving in strength, and the laurel giving in flame?
text_transcription: WHAT IS IT THEY SAY THOSE SWAYING BOUGHS AND BRANCHES THAT THROB WITH EVERY WIND AND THESE THAT STAND AROUND YOU SILENTLY WAITING THEIR LAST SERVICE TO MAN EACH WITH SOME FINAL SACRIFICIAL OFFERING THE APPLE WOOD GIVING IN INCENSE THE OAK GIVING IN STRENGTH AND THE THE LAUREL GIVING IN FLAME
phonemes: wˌʌt ɪz ɪt ðeɪ sˈeɪ, ðoʊz swˈeɪɪŋ bˈaʊz ænd bɹˈæntʃᵻz ðæt θɹˈɑːb wɪð ˈɛvɹi wˈɪnd, ænd ðiːz ðæt stˈænd ɚɹˈaʊnd juː, sˈaɪləntli, wˈeɪɾɪŋ ðɛɹ lˈæst sˈɜːvɪs tə mˈæn, ˈiːtʃ wɪð sˌʌm fˈaɪnəl sˌækɹɪfˈɪʃəl ˈɔfɚɹɪŋ—ðɪ ˈæpəl wˈʊd ɡˈɪvɪŋ ɪn ˈɪnsɛns, ðɪ ˈoʊk ɡˈɪvɪŋ ɪn stɹˈɛŋθ, ænd ðə lˈɔːɹəl ɡˈɪvɪŋ ɪn flˈeɪm?