text_original: Not so the midnight stood with him for whom Her voice arose: there shrank the harried gloom From searchlights and the cannon s flaming breath, As he, slow writhing in the crimson slime Through the mad torment of delaying time, Prayed with insatiable lips for death.
text_transcription: NOT SO THE MIDNIGHT STOOD WITH HIM FOR WHOM HER VOICE AROSE THERE SHRANK THE HARRIED GLOOM FROM SEARCHLIGHTS AND THE CANNON'S FLAMING BREATH AS HE SLOWLY RISING IN THE CRIMSON SLIME THROUGH THE MAD TORMENT OF DELAYING TIME PRAYED WITH INSATIABLE LIPS FOR DEATH
phonemes: nˌɑːt sˌoʊ ðə mˈɪdnaɪt stˈʊd wɪð hˌɪm fɔːɹ hˈuːm hɜː vˈɔɪs ɚɹˈoʊz: ðɛɹ ʃɹˈæŋk ðə hˈæɹid ɡlˈuːm fɹʌm sˈɜːtʃlaɪts ænd ðə kˈænən ˈɛs flˈeɪmɪŋ bɹˈɛθ, æz hiː, slˈoʊ ɹˈaɪðɪŋ ɪnðə kɹˈɪmsən slˈaɪm θɹuː ðə mˈæd tˈɔːɹmɛnt ʌv dᵻlˈeɪɪŋ tˈaɪm, pɹˈeɪd wɪð ɪnsˈeɪʃɪəbəl lˈɪps fɔːɹ dˈɛθ.