Tiger, tiger, 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 seize the fire?
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- 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?
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- 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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- 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?
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- Tiger, tiger, burning bright
- In the forests of the night,
- What immortal hand or eye
- Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
1 comments:
Thinking of you. Looking forward to your return. Sorry we keep missing each other on aim.
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