| Full fathom five thy father lies; | |
| Of his bones are coral made; | |
| Those are pearls that were his eyes: | |
| Nothing of him that doth fade | |
| But doth suffer a sea-change | 5 |
| Into something rich and strange. | |
| Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: | |
| Ding-dong. | |
| Hark! now I hear them - ding-dong, bell. |