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When I should be asleep to mine own voice

In telling thee how much my[1] love's my dream,

I find me listening to myself, |choice|

Of my speaking othered in my hearing[2].

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Yet wonder not – this is the poet's soul.

I could not tell thee well of how I love,

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Loved I not less by knowing it, were all

Myself my love and no thought love to prove.

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What consciousness makes more by consciousness,

It makes less, for it makes it less itself.

My love would[3] not my sense of loving bless 

Did it not for it spend love's own love-pelf.

Poet's love is this[4] (as in these words I prove thee):

I love my love for thee more than I love thee.[5]

 
[1] my /thy\
[2] Of my speaking othered in my hearing /words heard and not their sense of thee\ /loving to win all scorn of thee\.
[3] w/c\ould
[4] is/’s\ this /is\
[5] I love my love for thee more than I love thee. /[My love for thee loves itself more than thee]\