About the Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! shining brilliantly In the backwoods of the evening, What godlike hand or eye Could outline thy unfortunate evenness? In what far off deeps or skies Consumed the fire of thine eyes? On what wings might he venture yearn for? What the hand try to hold onto the fire? Also, what shoulder, and what craftsmanship, Could wind the ligaments of thy heart? Furthermore, when thy heart started to thump, What fear hand? furthermore, what fear feet? What the sledge? what the chain? In what heater was thy mind? What the iron block? what fear handle Dare its dangerous fear fasten? At the point when the stars tossed down their lances, Furthermore, watered paradise with their tears, Did he grin his work to see? Did he who made the Sheep make you? Tyger! Tyger! shining brilliantly In the backwoods of the evening, What godlike hand or eye, Dare outline thy unfortunate evenness?