W H Auden - A Bad Night lyrics

(A LEXICAL EXERCISE) In his dream zealous To attain his home, But ensorcelling powers Have contorted space, Odded the way: Instead of a facile Five-minute trot, Far must he hirple, Clumsied by cold, Buffeted often By blouts of hail Or pirries of rain, On stolchy paths Over glunch clouds, Where infrequent shepherds, Sloomy of face, Snudge of spirit, Snoachy of speech, With scaddle dogs Tend a few scrawny Cag-mag sheep. Fetched into conscience By a hoasting fit, He lies darkling, Senex morosus, Too ebb of verve Even to monster Social trifles, Or violent over The world's wrongs, While time drumbles, A maunder of moments, Wan, haphazard, And unaccented: To re-faith himself, He rummages lines, Plangent or pungent, By bards of sentence, But all to his sample Ring fribble or fop, Not one of them worth A hangman's wages.