the tyger

tyger, tyger burning bright in the forests of the night what immortal hand or eye could frame your fearful symmetry in what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of your eyes on what wings dare he aspire what the hand dare seize the fire and what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of your heart and when your heart began 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 dare its deadly terrors clasp when the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears did he smile his work to view did he who made the lamb make you william blake