Full Fathom Five
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--
(from The Tempest)
Arthur Quiller-Couch, The Oxford Book of English
Verse, 1250- 1900 (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1912) 180.