Come unto these yellow 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 burthen bear
 Hark, hark! 
 The watch-dogs bark
 
 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, rich and strange 
 Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell 
 Hark, now I hear them...