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 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 fïre 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, make thee ? Tiger ! tiger ! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry ? — William Blake.