Cloud found?

and yet again

once more this day

I'll search the sky . . .

for the tenuous cloud

that lonely floats

on high

and wanders

like the schoolboy

with his kite

over hills and dales

(...or was it vales?)

to play

at something tugging

on a string

. . . and so we fill

our time with days

William Wordsworth's lonely wandering cloud,

look closely (upper rt.) - it's true, I finally found it!