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 Burned 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 make thee? Tiger! Tiger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT MOONLIGHT by MARGUERITE ATTERBURY THE FOREIGN SAILOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SECTION GANG: AFTERNOON by NORMAN BOLKER ON THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD FIDO: AN EPISTLE TO FIDELIA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF PEG NICHOLSON by ROBERT BURNS A SUMMER NIGHT by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE A SOLILOQUY OF THE FULL MOON, SHE BEING IN A MAD PASSION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |