Hallows Coming – Herrick

For this Hallows poem into fog lands meander, her midnight rides come wondrous dreams or nights a thunder, doom and terror.

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T - Nemo font_halloweenhe 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.

Herrick's HagA 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 mischeifs, 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, The Hag

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6 thoughts on “Hallows Coming – Herrick

    • Oh I know! Isn’t it just bloody appalling!? Damn Englishmen trying to be poets! Pfffft! What do they teach on that horrendously damp, wet, cold, silly Cricket-playing island over there!!!? Can we pull the plug and let it sink to the bottom of the North Sea and English Channel!? Geeezzz. let’s be DONE with tha whole lot, eh! 🙄🤭

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