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”

When We Two Parted

When We Two Parted
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

When we two parted
  In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
  To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
  Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
  Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
  Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
  Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
  And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
  And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
  A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
  Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
  Who knew thee too well—
Long, long shall I rue thee,
  Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
  In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
  Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
  After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
  With silence and tears.