Villanelle to Ireland

The dream that for me will forever endure
Lies in words whispered sweetly by poets long gone:
"O return one more time to Ireland's green shore."

'Twas a vision of night that firsst opened that door
With a welcome on Gaelic; then my heart seemed to don
The dream that for me will forever endure.

And when next day I woke, I felt Eiru's allure,
By the songs of the Sidh my heart homeward was drawn:
"O return one more time to Ireland's green shore."

I, confused, asked my heart, "Have I been there before?"
And I felt my soul echo, like an ancient Bodhran,
The dream that for me will forever endure.

So I fed my night's vision Irish verse and folklore,
And more real was the knowing in that land I belonged.
"O return one more time to Ireland's green shore."

From the Lake Isle of Innisfree, Yeats more and more
Calls for me to fulfill the dream I dwell upon,
The dream that for me will forever endure:
"O return one more time to Ireland's green shore."