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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.