200 years ago, in May 1819, John Keats finally succeeded in his attempts to write great poetry with Ode to a Nightingale and Ode to a Grecian Urn, written within a few days of each other.

From the first of these, here is some of the greatest wine poetry in English:

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade into the forest dim…

Cheers.