TIGER TIGER
written by William Blake
Tiger tiger burning bright,
In the jungles of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry.
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wing dare he spire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
On 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?
Done its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
Tiger tiger burning bright,
In the jungles of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry.
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