Percy Bysshe Shelley
Summer
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon
Towards the end of the sunny month of June
When the north wind congregates in crowds
The floating mountains of the silver clouds
From the horizon - and the stainless sky
Opens beyond them like eternity
All things rejoiced beneath the sun, the weeds
The river, and the cornfields, and the reeds
The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze
And the firm foliage of the larger trees