POEMS. PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM. I'VE quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start It sunk, and I am wrapt in utter gloom; I'd call my women, but to break their sleep, B |
POEMS. PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM. I'VE quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start It sunk, and I am wrapt in utter gloom; I'd call my women, but to break their sleep, B |