Reflections Of A Goblin Set In Stone Poem by Olin Yeats

Oh there the flowery maiden tread,
By day and not by night.
On that grassy green,
protecting me from light.

Her cloak of silk is like a mist:
Floating around her form,
Not hiding, but radiating her within.
A brilliant light near a darkened storm.

The soft and stinging beauty
Flowing from her to this place,
Is like a stream of water
Cold upon my face.

She glides about with innocent glee
Walking through the grass
A flower of red and yellow
Blossoms at her pass.

Oh come closer, closer to the cave,
No do not run, oh do not run my lovely lass.

I will not bloom.
I will not glow,
But your beauty will sustain.
Come closer to me, Oh maiden.

You walk by day,
But I only by night.
Will this love sustain?
I shall try with all my might.

The rocks are crunching
Under my stomping feet,
For I stand in this cave by day
Waiting for you my treat.

Lo! the day light time
When it gets brighter still
I am reminded of the separation,
The potential hardness of my skin.

Look there she is,
My maiden oh so bright!
I will take a step,
A step into the light!

What has happened?
Oh this state.
I feel the love,
And it does not abate.

I shall scratch my head
And stomp my feet.
But what is this?
This new defeat.

I do not move
I am a rock
Who thinks and feels,
But cannot talk.

If I could speak
I should tell my maiden bright
Do not run!
I love you with all strength and power of the night.

But she runs,
She runs from me and the night.
For my maiden is the light.

I do not move.
I am a rock,
Who thinks and feels,
But cannot talk.