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!

NOTE: From The Tempest Act 1: Scene 2