
Returning after twenty years, the speaker finds the same host singing the same refrain, but the wine now tastes sour. Though the vintage is unchanged, the speaker realizes that the gaiety of youth is missing.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Nostalgic Poetry · 210 words
By Charles Coran
Little sweet wine of Jurancon, / You are dear to my memory still! / With mine host and his merry song, / Under the rose-tree I drank my fill.
Twenty years after, passing that way, / Under the trellis I found again / Mine host, still sitting there au frais, / And singing still the same refrain.
The Jurancon, so fresh and bold, / Treats me as one it used to know; / Souvenirs of the days of old / Already from the bottle flow,
wine · memory · nostalgia · youth · aging
The Wine of Jurancon is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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