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The Tyger

William Blake

Tiger in forest
Tiger in forest (detail of painting by Rousseau)

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Can 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, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of they heart?
And when thy heart begin 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 forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Can frame thy fearful symmetry?