Songs of Innocence and Experience

<h3><SPAN name="31">THE TIGER</SPAN></h3> Tiger, tiger, burning bright<br/> In the forests of the night,<br/> What immortal hand or eye<br/> Could frame thy fearful symmetry? <br/><br/>In what distant deeps or skies<br/> Burnt the fire of thine eyes?<br/> On what wings dare he aspire?<br/> What the hand dare seize the fire? <br/><br/>And what shoulder and what art<br/> Could twist the sinews of thy heart?<br/> And, when thy heart began to beat,<br/> What dread hand and what dread feet? <br/><br/>What the hammer? what the chain?<br/> In what furnace was thy brain?<br/> What the anvil? what dread grasp<br/> Dare its deadly terrors clasp? <br/><br/>When the stars threw down their spears,<br/> And watered heaven with their tears,<br/> Did He smile His work to see?<br/> Did He who made the lamb make thee? <br/><br/>Tiger, tiger, burning bright<br/> In the forests of the night,<br/> What immortal hand or eye<br/> Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? <hr width="150"><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />