Tyger! Tyger! burning brightin the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry? The Tyger (1794)
In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire? The Tyger (1794)
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? The Tyger (1794)