I see the Four-fold Man

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

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