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The hag is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and Shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne’er so foule be the weather.
A thorn or a burr
She takes for a spurr:
With a lash of a bramble she rides now,
Through Brakes and through Bryars,
O’er ditches and mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.
No beast, for his food,
Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
While mischief, by these,
On land and on seas,
At noone of Night are 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.
The Hag
by Robert Herrick (1648)
Heeheehee… Happy Halloween!
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