The Hag

THE HAG

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

Dare now range the wood,

But hush'd 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,

Call'd out by the clap of the thunder.

~ Robert Herrick ~

Blessings nine!