text_original: Now far beyond the tumult and the hate The white clad nurses and the surgeons wait The backward currents of tormented life, When on the waiting silences shall come The screams of men, and, ere those lips are dumb, The searching probe, the ligature and knife.
text_transcription: NOW FAR BEYOND THE TUMULD AND TO HATE THE WHITE CLAD NURSES AND THE SURGEONS WADE THE BACKWARD CURRENTS OF TORMENTED LIFE WHEN ON THE WAITING SILENCES SHALL COME THE SCREAMS OF MEN AND EODO'S LIPS ARE DUMB THE SEARCHING PROBE THE LIGATURE AND KNIFE
phonemes: nˈaʊ fˈɑːɹ bᵻjˌɔnd ðə tˈuːmʌlt ænd ðə hˈeɪt ðə wˈaɪt klˈæd nˈɜːsᵻz ænd ðə sˈɜːdʒənz wˈeɪt ðə bˈækwɚd kˈɜːɹənts ʌv tɔːɹmˈɛntᵻd lˈaɪf, wˌɛn ɔnðə wˈeɪɾɪŋ sˈaɪlənsᵻz ʃˌæl kˈʌm ðə skɹˈiːmz ʌv mˈɛn, ænd, ˈɛɹ ðoʊz lˈɪps ɑːɹ dˈʌm, ðə sˈɜːtʃɪŋ pɹˈoʊb, ðə lˈɪɡətʃɚ ænd nˈaɪf.