I was cleaning house (so to speak) and look what I found in the drafts folder.

Dadgummit! You did again old woman!

Oh well, I will not be deterred. Late— but not deterred.

Thank goodness there’s not a late fee for such oversights.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a *jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

Jocund was a new word for me —or possibly one that was stored deep, deep, deep somewhere in the cobwebs of my memory.

Of course, I had to look it up. I’m a good student like that. 

I’m also one that likes to share information so in case you don’t wanna look it up here you go. Complements of Merriam-Webster dictionary.

Jocund

jo·cund  also  ˈjō-(ˌ)kənd: marked by or suggestive of high spirits and lively mirthfulness.

“a poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company” —William Wordsworth