text_original: The spinner looked at the falling sun: "Is it time to rest? My hands are weary,  my work is done, I have wrought my best; I have spun and woven with patient eyes And with fingers fleet. Lo! where the toil of a lifetime lies In a winding sheet!"
text_transcription: THE SPINNER LOOKED AT THE FALLING SUN IS IT TIME TO REST MY HANDS ARE WEARY MY WORK IS DONE I HAVE WROUGHT MY BEST I HAVE SPUN AND WOVEN WITH PATIENT EYES AND WITH FINGERS FLEET LO WHERE THE TOIL OF A LIFETIME LIES IN A WINDING SHEET
phonemes: ðə spˈɪnɚ lˈʊkt æt ðə fˈɔːlɪŋ sˈʌn: "ɪz ɪt tˈaɪm tə ɹˈɛst? maɪ hˈændz ɑːɹ wˈɪɹi,  maɪ wˈɜːk ɪz dˈʌn, aɪ hæv ɹˈɔːt maɪ bˈɛst; aɪ hæv spˈʌn ænd wˈoʊvən wɪð pˈeɪʃənt ˈaɪz ænd wɪð fˈɪŋɡɚz flˈiːt. lˈoʊ! wˌɛɹ ðə tˈɔɪl əvə lˈaɪftaɪm lˈaɪz ɪn ɐ wˈaɪndɪŋ ʃˈiːt!"