To Thomas Moore

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But before I go, Tom Moore, Here ’s a double health to thee! Here ’s a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever sky ’s above me, Here ’s a heart for every fate: Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were ’t the last drop in the well, As I gasped upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, ’T is to thee that I would drink. With that water, as this wine, The libation I would pour Should be,—Peace with thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore!

Collection: 
English
Lord Byron
Sub Title: 
Descriptive Poems: I. Personal: Great Writers

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