Tyger
Tyger Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Come on!
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
And 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?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Tyger Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Come on!
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
And 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?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Tyger Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
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Writer(s): William Blake, Michael Popp
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