A Sea Dirge

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 

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Ding-dong

Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong,bell.

(From The Tempest)