text_original: They are like the weeping ash or the weeping willow. There is no real beauiy in them. I would rather have one of those cypresses tower  ing up among the grey green olives in the valley below Colla than all the pepper trees in the public gardens. I have used no flowers but narcissus ; no colour but the pale gold of the lemons and the dark green of the leaves ; except one bit of audacity which you will see presently."
text_transcription: THEY ARE LIKE THE WEEPING ASH OR THE WEEPING WILLOW THERE IS NO REAL BEAUTY IN THEM I WOULD RATHER HAVE ONE OF THOSE CYPRESSES TOWERING UP AMONG THE GREY GREEN OLIVES IN THE VALLEY BELOW COLLAR THAN ALL THE PEPPER TREES IN THE PUBLIC GARDENS I HAVE USED NO FLOWERS BUT NARCISSUS NO COLOUR BUT THE PALE GOLD OF THE LEMONS AND THE DARK GREEN OF THE LEAVES EXCEPT ONE BIT OF AUDACITY WHICH YOU WILL SEE PRESENTLY
phonemes: ðeɪ ɑːɹ lˈaɪk ðə wˈiːpɪŋ ˈæʃ ɔːɹ ðə wˈiːpɪŋ wˈɪloʊ. ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ ɹˈiːəl bˈoʊɪi ɪn ðˌɛm. aɪ wʊd ɹˈæðɚ hæv wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz sˈaɪpɹəsᵻz tˈaʊɚɹ ˈɪŋ ˌʌp ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ɡɹˈiːn ˈɑːlɪvz ɪnðə vˈæli bᵻlˌoʊ kˈɑːlə ðɐn ˈɔːl ðə pˈɛpɚ tɹˈiːz ɪnðə pˈʌblɪk ɡˈɑːɹdənz. aɪ hæv jˈuːzd nˈoʊ flˈaʊɚz bˌʌt nˈɑːɹsɪsəs ; nˈoʊ kˈʌlɚ bˌʌt ðə pˈeɪl ɡˈoʊld ʌvðə lˈɛmənz ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk ɡɹˈiːn ʌvðə lˈiːvz ; ɛksˈɛpt wˈʌn bˈɪt ʌv ɔːdˈæsᵻɾi wˌɪtʃ juː wɪl sˈiː pɹˈɛzəntli."