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.