I am minded of the word "agog"
For some strange reason that I cannot name
Because I see it dimly, as through fog,
And even that stretches what I can claim.
I am often taken by the words
I encounter on the page and in
My mind or in speech overheard
Without such sneaking as would seem a sin.
Gelid, squamous, roynish, eldritch, all
Such words--so many!--beckon unto me;
Each for use more frequent loudly calls,
And I to refuse no reason do see.
But I well know that bombast lies that way,
And bombast ought not to come every day.