Fair in a morn

Fair in a morn, O fairest morn:
Was ever morn so fair?
When as the sun, but not the same
That shineth in the air
But of the earth, no earthly sun
And yet no earthly creature
There shone a face, was never face
That carried such a feature

And on a hill, O fairest hill;
Was never hill so blessed
There stood a man, was never man
For no man so distressed
This man had hap, O happy man;
No man so happ'd as he
For none had hap to see the hap
That he had happ'd to see

And as he bеheld, this man beheld
Hе saw so fair a face
The which would daunt the fairest here
And stain the bravest grace
Pity, he cried, and Pity came
And pitied for his pain
That dying would not let him die
But gave him life again

For joy whereof he made such mirth
That all the world did ring
And Pan with all his nymphs came forth
To hear the shepherds sing
But such a song sung never was
Nor ne'er will be again
Of Phillida the shepherds queen
And Corydon the swain