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William Shakespeare

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:

Hark, now I hear them,—

Ding, dong, bell.