matt's poetry pocketbook:
poems and poets

William Shakespeare

Full fathom five thy father lies;
     Of his bones are coral made;
These 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