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THE TIGER
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
Intheforests ofthe night,
Whati m mortal hand or eye
Couldfra methyfearfulsy m metry?
In whatdistantdeepsorskies
Burntthefire ofthine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
Whatthe hand dareseizethefire?
And whatshoulder,and whatart,
Couldtwistthesinewsofthy heart?
And whenthy heart beganto beat,
What dread hand? and what dreadfeet?
Whatthe ha m mer? whatthe chain?
In whatfurnace wasthy brain?
Whattheanvil? whatdreadgrasp
Dareits deadlyterrorsclasp?
Whenthestarsthrew downtheirspears,
And watered heaven withtheirtears,
Did hes mile his worktosee?
Did he who madethe La mb makethee?
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
Intheforests ofthe night,
Whati m mortal hand or eye
Darefra methyfearfulsy m metry?
Willia m Blake
JANUARY
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