Meadow Lily Poem by Christopher Fladd

If we live for nothing,
than one thing suits me fine,
if I live for any one thing
than let that something be divine.
A thing like sunbeams at rest
on a meadow far and high,
to put a smile on the breast
of a lily petals shine.

Let sweet breeze caress thee,
where no man or palace lie, I sigh,
for you are far too beautiful, for even the Versailles.
The world, you know only, should gently pass you by.
No tree, no shrub or weed should impede thy eye,
from the heavenly solar stream of life, on which you dine.
For you, I have my purpose, and shall never die
but only be the wither of the petal by your side.