Tyger Lyrics

Tyger, Tyger burning bright,
In the forest on the night:
What immortal hand of eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deep 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 on 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 is deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And wate´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 forest of the night:
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?