To Thomas Moore (My Boat Is On The Shore)

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  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.

© George Gordon Byron