Shadows in Ancient Time

Lyrics

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