Before the World Was Made

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 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 I'd have him love the thing that was Before the world was made