The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
It what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
When the star threw draw their spear.
And watered heaven with their years,
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?

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