ding dong

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.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

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