Lord Byron (1788–1824). Poetry of Byron. 1881.
I. Personal, Lyric, and ElegiacTo Thomas Moore
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And my bark is on the sea;
But, before I go, Tom Moore,
Here’s a double health to thee!
And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever sky’s above me, Here’s a heart for every fate. Yet it still bear me on: Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. As I gasp’d upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, ’Tis to thee that I would drink. The libation I would pour Should be—peace with thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore.