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 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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this passage: '' I'm looking for the face I had / Before the world was made. '' '' Cerco il volto che ebbi / prima che il mondo venisse creato ''