Hark, hark! The watch-dogs bark! Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry
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 Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.