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.
Also, I have always wanted to make a lamp out of copper pipe, but was never quite able to envision a good prototype. This is just lovely. From A Well Travelled Woman.
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