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
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