The Tyger

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 sieze 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 ?

William Blake | Classic Poems
 

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