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William Blake


T h e  T y g e r.

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, 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


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


Tyger Tyger burning bright,
     In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye,
     Dare frame thy fearful symmetry


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