My Own World……

June 25, 2007

Tiger Tiger- William Blake

Filed under: Poem — jagrutivalani @ 12:35 pm
Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the forests 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 wing dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

On what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy 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?
Done its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd 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 forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
  • William Blake

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