The Tiger.

 Tiger, tiger, burning bright in the forest 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  dare  he spire ?   what the hand wings  dare seize the fire? and what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of the heart ? and when thy heart began to beat, what dread head 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 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?