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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - In The Harbour: The Wine Of Jurançon. (From The French Of Charles Coran)
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Little sweet wine of Jurançon, 
  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 Jurançon, so fresh and bold, 
  Treats me as one it used to know; 
Souvenirs of the days of old 
  Already from the bottle flow, 

With glass in hand our glances met; 
  We pledge, we drink. How sour it is 
Never Argenteuil piquette 
  Was to my palate sour as this! 

And yet the vintage was good, in sooth; 
  The self-same juice, the self-same cask! 
It was you, O gayety of my youth, 
  That failed in the autumnal flask!
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