The Tyger

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The Tyger

by William Blake

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 sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.

Could twist the sinews of thy heart

And when thy heart began 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 watered 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 thy fearful symmetry?

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