Percy Bysshe Shelley - Summer lyrics

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