To Thomas Moore

Lord Byron (1788–1824)

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!