Lord Byron

To Thomas Moore

My Boat Is On The Shore

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.

July 1817.

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