Chapter 9 Tiger

Tiger! Tiger! Burning flames burning in the dark forest What kind of hands and eyes Construct your awesome body Where the sea and the sky are deep burn the fire that made your eyes Why does he dare to chase after it? With what hand he dared to capture What shoulder, what skills to twist into your heart muscle What terrible hands and feet make your heart beat what hammer and chain In what furnace was your brain smelted what kind of drill to use Dare to grab objects that are fatal to mortals The stars of heaven cast down their spears And soaked the sky with tears He is smiling at his achievement

he who made jesus made you Tiger! Tiger! Burning flames burning in the dark forest What kind of hands and eyes make up your formidable body 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 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? 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 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, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?