Digital Tyger

What immortal hand or eye
Could twist the sinews of thy heart
In what distant deeps or skies
On what wings dare he aspire

When the stars threw down their spears
What the hammer
What the chain
And what shoulder
& what art

Dare its deadly terrors clasp
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
In the forests of the night

Tyger Tyger, burning bright

And when thy heart began to beat
What dread grasp
What immortal hand or eye
Did he who made the Lamb make thee
And water’d heaven with their tears

What the anvil
Did he smile his work to see
What the hand, dare seize the fire
Tyger Tyger burning bright

In what furnace was thy brain
Burnt the fire of thine eyes
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry
What dread hand
& what dread feet

In the forests of the night

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