The Tyger
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of your eyes
On what wings dare he aspire
What the hand, dare seize the fire
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
Your fearful fearful symmetry
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of your heart
And when your heart began to beat
What dread hand? And what dread feet
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was your brain
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
Your fearful fearful symmetry
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
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
Your fearful fearful symmetry
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
Your fearful fearful symmetry
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of your eyes
On what wings dare he aspire
What the hand, dare seize the fire
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
Your fearful fearful symmetry
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of your heart
And when your heart began to beat
What dread hand? And what dread feet
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was your brain
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
Your fearful fearful symmetry
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
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
Your fearful fearful symmetry
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame your fearful symmetry
Your fearful fearful symmetry
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Writer(s): Bernard De Choisy
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