text_original: Day may be full as day may be, Her hands all heaped with gifts, her eyes Alight with joyful prophecies ; But still we turn where wistfully The veiled evening, dimly fair, Stands in the shadow without speech, And holds her one gift out to each, Her gift of rest, for all to share. Il6 "DER ABEND 1ST DER BESTED Ah
text_transcription: THEY MAY BE FULL AS THEY MAY BE HER HANDS ALL HEAPED WITH GIFTS HER EYES ALIGHT WITH JOYFUL PROPHECIES BUT STILL WE TURN WHERE WISTFULLY THE VALID EVENING DIMLY FAIR STANDS IN THE SHADOW WITHOUT SPEECH AND TOLDS HER ONE GIFT OUT TO EACH HER GIFT OF REST FOR ALL TO SHARE AH
phonemes: dˈeɪ mˈeɪ biː fˈʊl æz dˈeɪ mˈeɪ bˈiː, hɜː hˈændz ˈɔːl hˈiːpt wɪð ɡˈɪfts, hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ɐlˈaɪt wɪð dʒˈɔɪfəl pɹˈɑːfəsiz ; bˌʌt stˈɪl wiː tˈɜːn wˌɛɹ wˈɪstfəli ðə vˈeɪld ˈiːvnɪŋ, dˈɪmli fˈɛɹ, stˈændz ɪnðə ʃˈædoʊ wɪðˌaʊt spˈiːtʃ, ænd hˈoʊldz hɜː wˈʌn ɡˈɪft ˈaʊt tʊ ˈiːtʃ, hɜː ɡˈɪft ʌv ɹˈɛst, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl tə ʃˈɛɹ. ˈɪl sˈɪks "dˈɛɹ ɐbˈɛnd fˈɜːst dˈɛɹ bˈɛstᵻd ˈɑː