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And what shoulder, and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy
heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and
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 watered heaven with
their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made
the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
This poem is much more than about tigers, its seems...
It is, among other things, about Passion (one of my interpretations).
A much more
literal interpretation...
An
almost literal interpretation