The Book Of Thel
The Tyger
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