English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
William Shakespeare
107. A Sea Dirge
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:
Hark! now I hear them,—
Ding, dong, bell.