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From The Tempest.
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:
[Burden, within. Ding-dong.]
Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.