April 22, 2016

'Tis to thee that I would drink



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 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 gasp'd 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.

-Lord Byron


For K's dad: April 6, 1932 - April 7, 2016

9 comments:

Paola said...

Beautiful.
May he Rest in Peace.

Anonymous said...

Sending all of you loving thoughts.

Poppy Buxom said...

Please tell K. how sorry I am. May all the birds lift a glass, tell stories, cry, laugh, and hug each other.

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear. Peace to all.
Carol in SATX

Happydog said...

So sorry for your loss.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

I am sorry. That's a great poem for a tribute.

Anonymous said...

Very sorry for your loss.

NorahS said...

Lovely tribute. So sorry for your loss.

Katy Murphy said...

Hugs to all; glad you have each other. 💚