rags of heart (be not unite)

[… ] what did become   Of my heart when I first saw thee? I brought a heart into the room,   But from the room I carried none with me.          If it had gone to thee, I know Mine would have taught thine heart to show   More pity unto me; but Love, alas!   At one first blow did shiver it as glass. Yet nothing can to nothing fall,   Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all   Those pieces still, though they be not unite; And now, as broken glasses show A hundred…