<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beautiful Stranger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot know what country owns thee now,<br>With France's forest lilies on thy brow.<br>When England knew thee thou wert passing fair;<br>I never knew a foreign face so rare.<br>The world of waters rolls and rushes bye,<br>Nor lets me wander where thy vallies lie.<br>But surely France must be a pleasant place<br>That greets the stranger with so fair a face;<br>The English maiden blushes down the dance,<br>But few can equal the fair maid of France.<br>I saw thee lovely and I wished thee mine,<br>And the last song I ever wrote is thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy country's honour on thy face attends;<br>Men may be foes but beauty makes us friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419491" data-title="The Beautiful Stranger de John Clare" data-description="I cannot know what country owns thee now, With France's forest lilies on thy brow. When England knew thee thou wert passing fair; I never knew a foreign face so rare. The world of waters rolls and rushes bye, Nor lets me wander where thy vallies l..."></div> </div> </div>

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