And the eyes more bright

    And the lips more scarlet²，

    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.