PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM.
I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that startWhich every limb convulsed, I heard it fall—The crash blent with my sleep, I saw departIts light, even as I woke, on yonder wall;Over against my bed, there shone a gleamStrange, faint, and mingling also with my dream.It sank, and I am wrapt in utter gloom;How far is night advanced, and when will dayRetinge the dusk and livid air with bloom,And fill this void with warm,...
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