The Tyger (2nd draft)

1st reading:
[The Tyger]

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand [or del.] & eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Burnt in distant deeps or skies. The cruel fire of thine eyes? Could heart descend or wings aspire? What the hand, dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder & what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat What dread hand? & what dread feet?

When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd 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 & eye. Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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2nd reading:
[THE TYGER]

Tyger Tyger burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand [or] & eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry

Burnt in distant deeps or skies The cruel fire of thine eyes Could heart descend or wings aspire What the hand dare sieze the fire

And what shoulder & what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart And when thy heart began to beat What dread hand & what dread feet

When the stars threw down their spears And waterd 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 & eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry

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