The Hag is astride, <br />This night for to ride, <br />The devil and she together; <br />Through thick and through thin, <br />Now out, and then in, <br />Though ne'er so foul be the weather. <br /> <br />A thorn or a bur <br />She takes for a spur; <br />With a lash of a bramble she rides now, <br />Through brakes and through briars, <br />O'er ditches and mires, <br />She follows the spirit that guides now. <br /> <br />No beast, for his food, <br />Dares now range the wood, <br />But hush'd in his lair he lies lurking; <br />While mischiefs, by these, <br />On land and on seas, <br />At noon of night are a-working. <br /> <br />The storm will arise, <br />And trouble the skies <br />This night; and, more for(the wonder, <br />The ghost from the tomb <br />Affrighted shall come, <br />Call'd out by the clap of the thunder.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hag/
