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:
Hark! now I hear them -- Ding-dong, bell.
Many believe death to be the end, but perhaps it is only the beginning. The beginning of a new journey which leads to another journey and then another. We return to where we came; what lies beyond is unknown but sure.