Denzel Salamon

More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !

At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;

Mine would have taught thine heart to show

And now, as broken glasses show

If it had gone to thee, I know

Nor any place be empty quite;

Therefore I think my breast hath all

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,

But from the room I carried none with me.