Stonebriar

Tyger, Tyger! 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 wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?



And 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 the 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 see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?



Tyger, Tyger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?



~ William Blake