honu:
Fire 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, & 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'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? _ Fire Tiger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?