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