To Thomas Moore

                        (Lord Byron)

To Thomas Moore

My boat is on the shore,
  And my bark is in¹ 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.

Tho² the ocean roar around
              me,
Yet it still shall bear me on;
Tho³ a desert should surround
              me,
It hath springs that may
              be won.

Were't the last drop in
              the well,
As I gasped⁴ upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell,
  Tis 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!

¹ Bryon used “on”
^{2 & 3} Byron used “Though”
⁴ Byron used “gasp'd”