ðə hˈaɪweɪ bɹˈæntʃᵻz ˈɔf tə ðə ɹˈaɪt, ɐlˈɔŋ ɐ nˈæɹoʊ lˈeɪn ðæt wɪl pɹˈuːv ɐtɹˈæktɪv tə ðə bˈɑːtɐnˌɪst, ænd ðə lˈʌvɚɹ ʌv wˈaɪld flˈaʊɚz, fɔːɹ hˈɪɹ nˈeɪtʃɚ dɪsplˈeɪz hɜː vˈɛɹid kˈoːɹəs, ɐkˈoːɹdɪŋ tə ðə sˈiːzən ʌvðə jˈɪɹ, pɹˈɪmɹoʊzᵻz, hˈaɪɐsˌɪnθs, kˈaʊslɪps, wˈaɪld ɹˈoʊzᵻz, hˈʌnɪsˌʌkəl, fˈɜːnz, fˈɑːksɡlʌvz, ænd ɪnˈuːmɚɹəbəl ˈʌðɚ wˈeɪsaɪd flˈaʊɚz ɡlˈædən ðə sˈaɪt, ænd ɡˈɪv ðɪ ˈɛɹ ðə ɹˈɛdələns ʌv ðɛɹ pˈɜːfjuːm.
The highway branches off to the right, along a narrow lane that will prove attractive to the botanist, and the lover of wild flowers, for here nature displays her varied chorus, according to the season of the year, primroses, hyacinths, cowslips, wild roses, honeysuckle, ferns, foxgloves, and innumerable other wayside flowers gladden the sight, and give the air the redolence of their perfume.