The Poems of William Blake

The Tyger

[1] Tyger Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
[5] 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?
And what shoulder, & what art
[10] Could twist the sinews1 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? [15] What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see?
[20] Did he who made the Lamb2 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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Wonderful poem!! What is your question here?