I see the Four-fold Man

William Blake was an English poet, painter and printmaker.

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.

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