FULL FATHOM FIVE - Anne Bradstreet Poems

 
 

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FULL FATHOM FIVE
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.
Hark! now I hear them - ding-dong, bell.

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