[bad word] 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