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The 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 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?
Tiger! Tiger! glowing brightly in the dark forests, What eternal being could shape your frightening beauty? In what far-off depths or skies Did the fire of your eyes burn? On what wings does he dare to rise? What hand dares to seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what skill, Could twist the muscles of your heart? And when your heart started to beat, What fearful hand? and what fearful feet? What hammer? what chain? In what furnace was your brain? What anvil? what fearful grip Dares to hold its deadly terrors?