The Tiger

[† Talena Mae]

The Tiger

By William Blake

1757-1827

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 water'd 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?

This is in no way shape or form my work, I love the poem and I thought I would share it with everyone.

It was at the time when they were burning all the tiger pelts taken from poachers.

Edited October 16, 2012 by Emotional Outlet

[Nero D. Ace]

oh darn! guess ill have to throw this away. *throws away half-eaten tiger meat*

nice poem btw.

[Rezin King]

i had to sing this for a school program once but its pretty cool