text_original: The sky became overcast, the sea a leaden colour ; and the mistral came whistling up the valley with a great rustling and shivering of the silver green foliage and creaking of the old bent branches, like the withered arms of witch or sorceress.
text_transcription: THE SKY BECAME OVERCAST THE SEA A LEADEN COLOUR AND THE MISTRAL CAME WHISTLING UP THE VALLEY WITH A GREAT RUSTLING AND SHIVERING OF THE SILVER GREEN FOLIAGE AND CREAKING OF THE OLD BENT BRANCHES LIKE THE WITHERED ARMS OF WITCH OR SORCERESS
phonemes: ðə skˈaɪ bɪkˌeɪm ˌoʊvɚkˈæst, ðə sˈiː ɐ lˈɛdən kˈʌlɚ ; ænd ðə mˈɪstɹəl kˈeɪm wˈɪsəlɪŋ ˌʌp ðə vˈæli wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ ænd ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ ʌvðə sˈɪlvɚ ɡɹˈiːn fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ ænd kɹˈiːkɪŋ ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld bˈɛnt bɹˈæntʃᵻz, lˈaɪk ðə wˈɪðɚd ˈɑːɹmz ʌv wˈɪtʃ ɔːɹ sˈɔːɹsɚɹəs.