text_original: 2 S3 Darkness to tired eyes, Perplexed with vision, blinded with long day ; Quiet to busy hands, glad to fold up And lay their work away. A balm for anguish past, Rest to the long unrest which smiles did hide ; The recognitions thirsted for in vain, And still by life denied.
text_transcription: DARKNESS TO TIRED EYES PERPLEXED WITH VISION BLINDED WITH LONG DAY QUIET TO BUSY HANDS GLAD TO FOLD UP AND LAY THEIR WORK AWAY A BALM FOR ANGUISH PAST REST TO THE LONG UNREST WHICH SMILES DID HIDE THE RECOGNITIONS THIRSTED FOR IN VAIN AND STILL BY LIFE DENIED
phonemes: tˈuː ˈɛs θɹˈiː dˈɑːɹknəs tə tˈaɪɚd ˈaɪz, pɚplˈɛkst wɪð vˈɪʒən, blˈaɪndᵻd wɪð lˈɔŋ dˈeɪ ; kwˈaɪət tə bˈɪzi hˈændz, ɡlˈæd tə fˈoʊld ˌʌp ænd lˈeɪ ðɛɹ wˈɜːk ɐwˈeɪ. ɐ bˈɑːm fɔːɹ ˈæŋɡwɪʃ pˈæst, ɹˈɛst tə ðə lˈɔŋ ʌnɹˈɛst wˌɪtʃ smˈaɪlz dˈɪd hˈaɪd ; ðə ɹˌɛkəɡnˈɪʃənz θˈɜːstᵻd fɔːɹ ɪn vˈeɪn, ænd stˈɪl baɪ lˈaɪf dᵻnˈaɪd.