Excerpt from The Dream of Pilate's Wife Rachel Nay, Lady, 'twas but now I heard the sentry growling in his beard At the lad's parting gibe. Would Madam sit, Mayhap my fingers in her loosen'ed hair Might bring a moment's ease. Procula: Speak not of ease; I seem as one who, whirled on mountain floods, Sweeps round the cliff, and sees the pillared mists And hears the thunder of the approaching falls. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.