Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The Hag

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’r so foule be the weather.

    A Thorn or a Burr
    She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
    Through Brakes and through Bryars,
    O’re 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 mischiefs, by these,
    On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are working,

    The storme will arise,
    And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
    The ghost from the Tomb
    Affrighted shall come,
Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder. 
Robert Herrick 
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5 comments:

Jay's Shadow said...

Great poem. Awesome pic.

Ken Golden said...

Very cool!

Pam Morris said...

holy crap--looks just like me!

Rot said...

haha

girl6 said...

what a Beauty!
i am TOTALLY smitten.

The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,

The storme will arise,
And trouble the skies;

GaaaahhhhZooks..LOVE