| If I make the lashes dark |
| And the eyes more bright |
| And the lips more scarlet, |
| Or ask if all be right |
| From mirror after mirror, |
| No vanity’s displayed: |
| I’m looking for the face I had |
| Before the world was made. |
| What if I look upon a man |
| As though on my beloved, |
| And my blood be cold the while |
| And my heart unmoved? |
| Why should he think me cruel |
| Or that he is betrayed? |
| I’d have him love the thing that was |
| Before the world was made. |