Full Fathom Five, Ben Whishaw

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...