The Tyger
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
The Tyger
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Could frame they fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt 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 they heart?And when they heart began to beat,What dread hand? & what dread feet?What the hammer? What the chain?In what furnace was they brain?What the anvil? what dread grasp,Dare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spearsAnd 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 they fearful symmetry?
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Could frame they fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt 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 they heart?And when they heart began to beat,What dread hand? & what dread feet?What the hammer? What the chain?In what furnace was they brain?What the anvil? what dread grasp,Dare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spearsAnd 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 they fearful symmetry?
