Poem
Poem
yge
r
ByWi
ll
iam Bl
ake
T
ygerTyger
,bur ni
ngbright
,
Inthefor
estsofthenight;
Whatimmor talhandore ye,
Couldf
ramethyf earf
ulsymme tr
y?
Inwhatdi
stantde
epsorski
es.
Bur
ntthefireofthi
neeyes
?
Onwhatwingsdareheaspi
re?
Whatt
hehand,darese
izet
hefire?
Andwhats houlde
r,&whatart,
Couldt
wistthes i
newsofthyheart
?
Andwhenthyhe artbegant
obe at
,
Whatdr
eadhand?&whatdr eadfeet
?
Whatt
hehamme r?whatthec hain,
Inwhatfur
nacewasthybr ain?
Whattheanv
il?whatdr
eadgr as
p,
Dar
eitsdeadl
yter
ror
sc l
asp!
Whenthest
arst
hrew downthe
irspears
Andwater
'dhe
avenwi t
hthei
rtears:
Didhesmi
lehisworktosee
?
Didhewhomadet heLambmak ethee?
TygerTygerburni
ngbright,
Int hefor
estsoftheni
ght :
Whati mmortalhandore ye,
Dar
ef r
amet hyfearf
ulsymme try?