I. <br />My boat is on the shore, <br />And my bark is on the sea; <br />But before I go, Tom Moore, <br />Here's a double health to thee! <br /> <br />II. <br />Here's a sigh to those who love me, <br />And a smile to those who hate; <br />And, whatever sky's above me, <br />Here's a heart for every fate. <br /> <br />III. <br />Though the ocean roar around me, <br />Yet it still shall bear me on; <br />Though a desert should surround me, <br />It hath springs that may be won. <br /> <br />IV. <br />Were't the last drop in the well, <br />As I gasp'd upon the brink, <br />Ere my fainting spirit fell <br />'Tis to thee that I would drink. <br /> <br />V. <br />With that water, as this wine, <br />The libation I would pour <br />Should be - peace with thine and mine, <br />And a health to thee, Tom Moore. <br /> <br />July 1817.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-thomas-moore-my-boat-is-on-the-shore/
