Lord Byron




To Thomas More

I
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!

II
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.

III
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.

IV
Were’t the last drop in the well,
    As I gasp’d upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell,
    ’Tis to thee that I would drink.

V
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.