Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand one eye could frame thy fearful summary?
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 thy heart?
And when thy 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 anval? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors grasp,
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?
Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand one eye could frame thy fearful summary?
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 thy heart?
And when thy 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 anval? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors grasp,
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?
Tiger Tiger burning bright
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