The Tiger

Tiger! 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, 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?
Daire its deadly terrors clasp?

When the starts threw down their spears,
And waterd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night?
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearflul symmetry?

-William Blake

Note: This poem is the opening for Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' In the Forests of the Night. It caught my eye, the tiger being Marshfield School Districts' mascot and all.