text_original: I called to her to stand, if only for one moment. But she smiled and went slip ping on, and I ran thrusting through the wet bushes, leaping the fallen trunks. The scent of rotting leaves disturbed by my feet leaped out into the darkness, and birds, surprised, fluttered away.
text_transcription: I CALLED TO HER TO STAND IF ONLY FOR A MOMENT BUT SHE SMILED AND WENT SLIPPING ON AND I RAN THRUSTING THROUGH THE WET BUSHES LEAPING THE FALLEN TRUNKS THE SCENT OF ROTTING LEAVES DISTURBED BY MY FEET LEAPT OUT INTO THE DARKNESS AND BIRDS SURPRISED FLUTTERED AWAY
phonemes: aɪ kˈɔːld tə hɜː tə stˈænd, ɪf ˈoʊnli fɔːɹ wˈʌn mˈoʊmənt. bˌʌt ʃiː smˈaɪld ænd wɛnt slˈɪp pˈɪŋ ˈɔn, ænd aɪ ɹˈæn θɹˈʌstɪŋ θɹuː ðə wˈɛt bˈʊʃᵻz, lˈiːpɪŋ ðə fˈɔːlən tɹˈʌŋks. ðə sˈɛnt ʌv ɹˈɑːɾɪŋ lˈiːvz dɪstˈɜːbd baɪ maɪ fˈiːt lˈiːpt ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɑːɹknəs, ænd bˈɜːdz, sɚpɹˈaɪzd, flˈʌɾɚd ɐwˈeɪ.