Tyger Tyger Burning Bright

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 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 anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp!