Tyger! Tyger! burning bright What the hammer? What the chain?
In the forests of the night, In what furnace was thy brain?
What immortal hand or eye What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
In what distant deeps or skies When the stars threw down their spears,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? And water'd heaven with their tears,
On what wings dare he aspire? Dare he laugh his work to see?
What the hand dare seize the fire? Dare he who made the lamb make thee?
And what shoulder & what art, Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
Could twist the sinews of they heart? In the forests of the night,
And when thy heart began to beat What immortal hand or eye,
What dread hand & what dread feet? Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?