Jerusalem: I See The Four-fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep

William Blake

1     I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep 
2     And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow.
3     I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at once
4     Before me. O Divine Spirit, sustain me on thy wings,
5     That I may awake Albion from his long and cold repose;
6     For Bacon and Newton, sheath'd in dismal steel, their terrors hang
7     Like iron scourges over Albion: reasonings like vast serpents
8     Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations.

9     I turn my eyes to the schools and universities of Europe
10   And there behold the Loom of Locke, whose Woof rages dire,
11   Wash'd by the Water-wheels of Newton: black the cloth
12   In heavy wreaths folds over every nation: cruel works
13   Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic
14   Moving by compulsion each other, not as those in Eden, which,
15   Wheel within wheel, in freedom revolve in harmony and peace.

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