Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest 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 see the fire?
And what shoulder and what heart 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 watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
