Tyger, Tyger
burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry ?
In what
distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes ?
On what wings dare he aspire ?
What the hand dare seize the fire ?
And what
shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart ?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand ? & what dread feet ?
What the
hammer ? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain ?
What the anvil ? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp ?
When the
stars threw down their spears
and water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see ?
Did he who made the lamb make thee ?
Tyger, Tyger
burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry ?
