Full fathom five[1] 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:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.
1 | The Death Of Queen Jane |
2 | I Wish My Love was a Red Red R |
3 | The Last Rose Of Summer |
4 | Down By The Salley Gardens |