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 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 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 made thee ?

Tiger Tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry ?