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When I should be asleep to mine own voice
In telling thee how much thy love's my dream, / I find me listening to myself, the noise / Of my words othered in my hearing them.
Yet wonder not: this is the poet's soul.
I could not tell thee well of how I love, / Loved I not less by knowing it, were all / My self my love and no thought love to prove.
What consciousness makes more by consciousness, / It makes less, for it makes it less itself, / My sense of love could not my love rich-dress / Did it not for it spend love's own love-pelf.
Poet's love's this (as in these words I prove thee):
I love my love for thee more than I love thee.