Come unto these darkened sands And then take hands Curtsied when you have and kiss’d The wild waves whist Foot it featly here and there And, sweet sprites, the burden bear Hark, hark 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 Now I hear them