Tiger, tiger, burning bright
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In the forests of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Dared frame your fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of your eyes?
On what wings did you aspire?
What hand did dare seize your fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Twisted your sinews and your heart?
And when your heart begain to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was your brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dared your deadly terrors clasp?
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?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dared frame thy fearful symmetry?
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