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 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