Tiger Tiger burning bright, in the oceans 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 hands dare sieze the fire ? And what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of they 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 it's deadly terrors clasp? And 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 oceans of the night. What immortal hand or eye, dare frame thy fearful symmetry.