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,and what art,
Could twist the sinews of they heart?
And when they heart began to beat.
what dread hand? and 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 watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
-william blake
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