text_original: The trees have dropped their leafy ornaments; the wind sweeps through them in mournful cadence. Their foliage no longer intercepts my eye when it would extend itself around the vast horizon.
text_transcription: THE TREES HAVE DROPPED THEIR LEAFY ORNAMENTS THE WIND SWEEPS THROUGH THEM IN MOURNFUL CADENCE THEIR FOLIAGE NO LONGER INTERCEPTS MY EYE WHEN IT WOULD EXTEND ITSELF AROUND THE VAST HORIZON
phonemes: ðə tɹˈiːz hæv dɹˈɑːpt ðɛɹ lˈiːfi ˈɔːɹnəmənts; ðə wˈɪnd swˈiːps θɹuː ðˌɛm ɪn mˈɔːɹnfəl kˈeɪdəns. ðɛɹ fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ˌɪntɚsˈɛpts maɪ ˈaɪ wɛn ɪt wʊd ɛkstˈɛnd ɪtsˈɛlf ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə vˈæst hɚɹˈaɪzən.