Their more abounding crops； there are indeed
Within the earth primordial germs of things；
Which； as the ploughshare turns the fruitful clods
And kneads the mould； we quicken into birth。
Else would ye mark； without all toil of ours；
Spontaneous generations； fairer forms。
Confess then； naught from nothing can become；
Since all must have their seeds； wherefrom to grow；
Wherefrom to reach the gentle fields of air。
Hence too it comes that Nature all dissolves
Into their primal bodies again； and naught
Perishes ever to annihilation。
For； were aught mortal in its every part；
Before our eyes it might be snatched away
Unto destruction； since no force were needed
To sunder its members and undo its bands。
Whereas； of truth； because all things exist；
With seed imperishable； Nature allows
Destruction nor collapse of aught； until
Some outward force may shatter by a blow；
Or inward craft； entering its hollow cells；
Dissolve it down。 And more than this； if Time；
That wastes with eld the works along the world；
Destroy entire； consuming matter all；
Whence then may Venus back to light of life
Restore the generations kind by kind？
Or how； when thus restored； may daedal Earth
Foster and plenish with her ancient food；
Which； kind by kind； she offers unto each？
Whence may the water…springs； beneath the sea；
Or inland rivers； far and wide away；
Keep the unfathomable ocean full？
And out of what does Ether feed the stars？
For lapsed years and infinite age must else
Have eat all shapes of mortal stock away：
But be it the Long Ago contained those germs；
By which this sum of things recruited lives；
Those same infallibly can never die；
Nor nothing to nothing evermore return。
And； too； the selfsame power might end alike
All things； were they not still together held
By matter eternal； shackled through its parts；
Now more； now less。 A touch might be enough
To cause destruction。 For the slightest force
Would loose the weft of things wherein no part
Were of imperishable stock。 But now
Because the fastenings of primordial parts
Are put together diversely and stuff
Is everlasting； things abide the same
Unhurt and sure； until some power comes on
Strong to destroy the warp and woof of each：
Nothing returns to naught； but all return
At their collapse to primal forms of stuff。
Lo； the rains perish which Ether…father throws
Down to the bosom of Earth…mother； but then
Upsprings the shining grain； and boughs are green
Amid the trees； and trees themselves wax big
And lade themselves with fruits； and hence in turn
The race of man and all the wild are fed；
Hence joyful cities thrive with boys and girls；
And leafy woodlands echo with new birds；
Hence cattle； fat and drowsy； lay their bulk
Along the joyous pastures whilst the drops
Of white ooze trickle from distended bags；
Hence the young scamper on their weakling joints
Along the tender herbs； fresh hearts afrisk
With warm new milk。 Thus naught of what so seems
Perishes utterly； since Nature ever
Upbuilds one thing from other； suffering naught
To come to birth but through some other's death。
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And now； since I have taught that things cannot
Be born from nothing； nor the same； when born；
To nothing be recalled； doubt not my words；
Because our eyes no primal germs perceive；
For mark those bodies which； though known to be
In this our world； are yet invisible：
The winds infuriate lash our face and frame；
Unseen； and swamp huge ships and rend the clouds；
Or； eddying wildly down； bestrew the plains
With mighty trees； or scour the mountain tops
With forest…crackling blasts。 Thus on they rave
With uproar shrill and ominous moan。 The winds；
'Tis clear； are sightless bodies sweeping through
The sea； the lands； the clouds along the sky；
Vexing and whirling and seizing all amain；
And forth they flow and pile destruction round；
Even as the water's soft and supple bulk
Becoming a river of abounding floods；
Which a wide downpour from the lofty hills
Swells with big showers； dashes headlong down
Fragments of woodland and whole branching trees；
Nor can the solid bridges bide the shock
As on the waters whelm： the turbulent stream；
Strong with a hundred rains； beats round the piers；
Crashes with havoc； and rolls beneath its waves
Down…toppled masonry and ponderous stone；
Hurling away whatever would oppose。
Even so must move the blasts of all the winds；
Which； when they spread； like to a mighty flood；
Hither or thither； drive things on before
And hurl to ground with still renewed assault；
Or sometimes in their circling vortex seize
And bear in cones of whirlwind down the world：
The winds are sightless bodies and naught else…
Since both in works and ways they rival well
The mighty rivers； the visible in form。
Then too we know the varied smells of things
Yet never to our nostrils see them come；
With eyes we view not burning heats； nor cold；
Nor are we wont men's voices to behold。
Yet these must be corporeal at the base；
Since thus they smite the senses： naught there is
Save body； having property of touch。
And raiment； hung by surf…beat shore； grows moist；
The same； spread out before the sun； will dry；
Yet no one saw how sank the moisture in；
Nor how by heat off…driven。 Thus we know；
That moisture is dispersed about in bits
Too small for eyes to see。 Another case：
A ring upon the finger thins away
Along the under side； with years and suns；
The drippings from the eaves will scoop the stone；
The hooked ploughshare； though of iron； wastes
Amid the fields insidiously。 We view
The rock…paved highways worn by many feet；
And at the gates the brazen statues show
Their right hands leaner from the frequent touch
Of wayfarers innumerable who greet。
We see how wearing…down hath minished these；
But just what motes depart at any time；
The envious nature of vision bars our sight。
Lastly whatever days and nature add
Little by little； constraining things to grow
In due proportion； no gaze however keen
Of these our eyes hath watched and known。 No more
Can we observe what's lost at any time；
When things wax old with eld and foul decay；
Or when salt seas eat under beetling crags。
Thus Nature ever by unseen bodies works。
THE VOID
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blocked
About by body： there's in things a void…
Which to have known will serve thee many a turn；
Nor will not leave thee wandering in doubt；
Forever searching in the sum of all；
And losing faith in these pronouncements mine。
There's place intangible； a void and room。
For were it not； things could in nowise move；
Since body's property to block and check
Would work on all and at an times the same。
Thus naught could evermore push forth and go；
Since naught elsewhere would yield a starting place。
But now through oceans； lands； and heights of heaven；
By divers causes and in divers modes；
Before our eyes we mark how much may move；
Which； finding not a void； would fail deprived
Of stir and motion； nay； would then have been
Nowise begot at all； since matter； then；
Had staid at rest； its parts together crammed。
Then too； however solid objects seem；
They yet are formed of matter mixed with void：
In rocks and caves the watery moisture seeps；
And beady drops stand out like plenteous tears；
And food finds way through every frame that lives；
The trees increase and yield the season's fruit
Because their food throughout the whole is poured；
Even from the deepest roots； through trunks and boughs；
And voices pass the solid walls and fly
Reverberant through shut doorways of a house；
And stiffening frost seeps inward to our bones。
Which but for voids for bodies to go through
'Tis clear could happen in nowise at all。
Again； why see we among objects some
Of heavier weight； but of no bulkier size？
Indeed； if in a ball of wool there be
As much of body as in lump of lead；
The two should weigh alike； since body tends
To load things downward； while the void abides；
By contrary nature； the imponderable。
Therefore； an object just as large but lighter
Declares infallibly its more of void；
Even as the heavier more of matter shows；
And how much less of vacant room inside。
That which we're seeking with sagacious quest
Exists； infallibly； commixed with things…
The void； the invisible inane。
Right here
I am compelled a question to expound；
Forestalling something certain folk suppose；
Lest it avail to lead thee off from truth：
Waters （they say） before the shining breed
Of the swift scaly creatures somehow give；
And straightway open sudden liquid paths；
Because the fishes leave behind them room
To which at once the yielding billows stream。
Thus things among themselves can yet be moved；
And change their place； however full the Sum…
Received opinion； wholly false forsooth。
For where can scaly creatures forward dart；
Save where the waters give them room？ Again；
Where can the billows yield a way； so long
As ever the fish are powerless to go？
Thus either all bodies of motion are deprived；
Or things contain admixture of a void
Where each thing gets its start in moving on。
Lastly； where after impact two broad bodies
Suddenly spring apart； the air must crowd
The whole new void between those bodies formed；
But air； however it stream with hastening gusts；
Can yet not fill the gap at once… for first
It makes for one place； ere diffused through all。
And then； if haply any think this comes；
When bodies spring apart； because the air
Somehow condenses； wander they from truth：
For then a void is formed； where none before；
And； too； a void is filled which was before。
Nor can air be condensed in such a wise；
Nor； granting it could； without a void； I hold；
It still could not contract upon itself
And draw its parts together into one。
Wherefore； despite demur and counter…speech；
Confess thou must there is a void in things。
And still I might by many an argument
Here scrape together credence for my words。
But for the keen eye these mere footprints serve；
Whereby thou mayest know the rest thyself。
As dogs full oft with noses on the ground；
Find out the silent lairs； though hid in brush；
Of beasts； the mountain…rangers； when but once
They scent the certain footsteps of the way