Small Atomes of themselves a World may make, <br />As being subtle, and of every shape: <br />And as they dance about, fit places finde, <br />Such Formes as best agree, make every kinde. <br />For when we build a house of Bricke, and Stone, <br />We lay them even, every one by one: <br />And when we finde a gap that's big, or small, <br />We seeke out Stones, to fit that place withall. <br />For when not fit, too big, or little be, <br />They fall away, and cannot stay we see. <br />So Atomes, as they dance, finde places fit, <br />They there remaine, lye close, and fast will sticke. <br />Those that unfit, the rest that rove about, <br />Do never leave, untill they thrust them out. <br />Thus by their severall Motions, and their Formes, <br />As severall work-men serve each others turnes. <br />And thus, by chance, may a New World create: <br />Or else predestined to worke my Fate.<br /><br />Margaret Cavendish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-world-made-by-atomes/
