Weeping against the king my father’s wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air; thence I have follow’d it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:—but ’tis gone.—
No, it begins again.
ARIEL’S SONG.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes,