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