'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


Paola said…
May he Rest in Peace.
Anonymous said…
Sending all of you loving thoughts.
Poppy B. 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.
Anonymous 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.
Kamsarmer said…
Hugs to all; glad you have each other. 💚