名人诗歌|A Vision of Albion

I see the Fourfold 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^1；

For Bacon and Newton， sheath'd in dismal^{2 steel， their terrors hang}

Like iron scourges^{3 over Albion. Reasonings like vast Serpents}

Enfold around my limbs， bruising^{4 my minute articulations.}

I turn my eyes to the Schools and Universities of Europe，

And there behold^{5 the Loom6 of Locke， whose Woof rages dire7，}

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^{8， in harmony and peace.}