The Hag


Robert Herrick

The hag is astride

This night for to ride,

The devil and she together;

Through thick and through thin,

Now out, and then in,

Though ne'er so foul be the weather.

A thorn or a burr

She takes for a spur,

With a lash of a bramble she rides now,

Through brakes and through briars,

O'er ditches and mires,

She follows the spirit that guides now.

No beast for his food

Dares now range the wood,

But hushed in his lair he lies lurking:

While mischiefs by these,

On land and on seas,

At noon of night are a-working.

The storm will arise

And trouble the skies

This night, and more for the wonder,

The ghost from the tomb

Affrighted shall come,

Called out by the clap of the thunder.


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