We conclude our annual celebration of the Halloween season with our final Poetry Sunday on the theme. What would Halloween be without mention of the evil witches that haunt the halls of Congress dark forests of our dreams? Robert Herrick leads us off with this seasonally appropriate poem ...
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.
Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend ... and protect yourself from the curse of Empty G, Lauren Boebert, Laura Loomer, Kellyanne Conway, and other evil witches - at Halloween and for the next four years.
More thoughts coming.
Bilbo
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