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! 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! 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. Were 't the last drop in the well, As I gasped upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'T is 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING THE RAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER COWBOY VERSUS BRONCHO by JAMES BARTON ADAMS SLOW TO COME, QUICK A-GONE by WILLIAM BARNES |