The Tyger

¹Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

²In the forests of the night;

³What immortal hand or eye,

⁴Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

⁵In what distant deeps or skies,

⁶Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

⁷On what wings dare he aspire?

⁸What the hand, dare seize the fire?

⁹And what shoulder, and what art,

¹⁰Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

¹¹And when thy heart began to beat,

¹²What dread hand? and what dread feet?

¹³What the hammer? what the chain,

¹⁴In what furnace was thy brain?

¹⁵What the anvil? what dread grasp,

¹⁶Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

¹⁷When the stars threw down their spears

¹⁸And water'd heaven with their tears:

¹⁹Did he smile his work to see?

²⁰Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

²¹Tyger Tyger burning bright,

²²In the forests of the night:

²³What immortal hand or eye,

²⁴Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?