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 lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more. John Donne
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In this poem, William Wordsworth describes the need for love. He explains that nothing can be lost or destroyed unless it is first created. He feels that his heart still contains pieces from all of the people he has loved in the past. In fact, he says that these hearts can be seen in a broken mirror.

He sees a hundred different versions of himself in the reflection, but he does not see a single soul that is truly him. As a result, there is no way for him to fall in love again after being so deeply hurt by others.

Source: The Complete Poetry And Selected Prose

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