Indie Scribe Magazine September 2014 | Page 39

A Sea Dirge

Full fathom five thy father lies:

Ofhis 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.