text_original: There was no wind that day. On the beech trees were still just enough of coppery leaves to look like fires lighted high up to air the eeriness; but most of the twigs, pearled with water, were patterned very naked against universal grey.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NO WIND THAT DAY ON THE BEECH TREES WERE STILL JUST ENOUGH OF COPPERY LEAVES TO LOOK LIKE FIRES LIGHTED HIGH UP TO AIR THE EERINESS BUT MOST OF THE TWIGS PEARLED WITH WATER WERE PATTERNED VERY NAKED AGAINST UNIVERSAL GRAY
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ wˈɪnd ðæt dˈeɪ. ɔnðə bˈiːtʃ tɹˈiːz wɜː stˈɪl dʒˈʌst ɪnˈʌf ʌv kˈɑːpɚɹi lˈiːvz tə lˈʊk lˈaɪk fˈaɪɚz lˈaɪɾᵻd hˈaɪ ˌʌp tʊ ˈɛɹ ðɪ ˈɪɹinəs; bˌʌt mˈoʊst əv ðə twˈɪɡz, pˈɜːld wɪð wˈɔːɾɚ, wɜː pˈætɚnd vˈɛɹi nˈeɪkᵻd ɐɡˈɛnst jˌuːnɪvˈɜːsəl ɡɹˈeɪ.