The Tyger

Tyger, tyger burning bright in the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry
In tempest deep he calls to me

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
In tempest deep he calls to me

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
In tempest deep he calls to me

What the hammer, what the chain, in what furnace was thy brain
What the anvil, what dread grasp, dare it's deadly terrors clasp
In tempest deep he calls to me

When the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears
Did he smile his work to see, did he who made the lamb make thee
In tempest deep he calls to me