sonnet xiii - Popular Poems and stories from category

When I should be asleep to mine own
In telling thee how much thy love's my dream,
I find me listening to myself, the
Of my words othered in my hearing them

I fancied, while you stood conversing there,
Superb, in every attitude a queen,
Her ermine thus Boadicea bare,
So moved amid the multitude Faustine