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? Tyger Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? And what shoulder, and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to bеat What dread hand? And what dread feet? When thе 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 Tyger Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? What the hammer? what the chain In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare it's 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