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 a while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing I was
Before the world was made