I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep <br /> And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. <br /> I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at once <br /> Before me. O Divine Spirit, sustain me on thy wings, <br /> That I may awake Albion from his long and cold repose; <br /> For Bacon and Newton, sheath'd in dismal steel, their terrors hang <br /> Like iron scourges over Albion: reasonings like vast serpents <br /> Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations. <br /> <br /> I turn my eyes to the schools and universities of Europe <br /> And there behold the Loom of Locke, whose Woof rages dire, <br /> Wash'd by the Water-wheels of Newton: black the cloth <br /> In heavy wreaths folds over every nation: cruel works <br /> Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic <br /> Moving by compulsion each other, not as those in Eden, which, <br /> Wheel within wheel, in freedom revolve in harmony and peace.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-see-the-four-fold-man/
