(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
In the "Old 3" grouping of annotations, I found a particularly intriguing entry by sellliott, who highlighted this line. He says that not only is it a nod towards the element of transformation that Ariel performs on the Venetian King, but also an indication of "the corrupt and misguided morals of the urban world," because the King represents a historical type of greed and extreme power over a land. I agree with this interpretation and want to say that even beyond being a symbol of the ways that greed transforms a person, this passage relates to De Nerval's writing. In his dream journals, he comes to the realization that, "[everything] is alive, everything is in motion, everything corresponds;" (De Nerval, 10). Even though we know the King is not dead, Ariel presents in her song this exact notion. She transforms the king's decomposing body into a living coral reef; it grows from his corpse as the flowers grow from the corpse mentioned by Eliot later in the poem. She sings, "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" (Tempest, 12). In stating that "nothing of him that doth fade", Ariel reflects De Nerval's notion of continual existence beyond the physical body. Furthermore, his body suffers "sea change", not destruction, rather becoming a part of the web of existence that Nerval alludes to by saying "everything corresponds,". Finally, Eliot sets up an interesting play upon these stories with this line, almost in anticipation of the next stanza. While Ariel sings of the King's watery grave, in actuality his ship sits safely in a nearby harbor, where he and his crew are charmed asleep. However the fact that he's believed to be dead by his subjects and son, while still alive (albeit hindered, much like the Grail/fisher King) puts the king in a suspended state between life and death. This interplay between life and death is a really prevalent theme in the "Unreal City" stanza, where almost everything except for the stream of mourners seems to still and lay dormant/hidden in the fog. It also adds to the trail of depression/the chokehold that grief has on people as a result of WW1 that Eliot continues laying throughout this poem.
- Also the king is in a state of life/death (not acually dead, but he's held between the two in a forever slumber). . .