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- 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 seize the fire?
- And what shoulder, & what art,
- Could twist the sinews 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?
- 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?