Tyger

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By William Blake

                                                                     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 thy heart?

                                                                           And when the 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 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?

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