text_original: I stood still, breathless, thinking that at last she would consent; but flinging back, up into the air, one dark ivory arm, she sighed and vanished. And the breath of her sigh stirred all the birch tree twigs just coloured with the dawn.
text_transcription: I STOOD STILL BREATHLESS THINKING THAT AT LAST SHE WOULD CONSENT BUT FLINGING BACK UP INTO THE AIR ONE DARK IVORY ARM SHE SIGHED AND VANISHED AND THE BREATH OF HER SIGH STIRRED ALL THE BIRCH TREE TWIGS JUST COLOURED WITH THE DAWN
phonemes: aɪ stˈʊd stˈɪl, bɹˈɛθləs, θˈɪŋkɪŋ ðæt æt lˈæst ʃiː wʊd kənsˈɛnt; bˌʌt flˈɪŋɪŋ bˈæk, ˌʌp ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛɹ, wˈʌn dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪvɚɹi ˈɑːɹm, ʃiː sˈaɪd ænd vˈænɪʃt. ænd ðə bɹˈɛθ ʌv hɜː sˈaɪ stˈɜːd ˈɔːl ðə bˈɜːtʃ tɹˈiː twˈɪɡz dʒˈʌst kˈʌlɚd wɪððə dˈɔːn.