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...A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN LOVERS, AND A REFLECTION by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE ROMANCE OF THE CARPET by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE VISTAS OF LABOR: 3. IN A SWEATSHOP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY, ON HER BIRTHDAY by GEORGE CRABBE |