A reading of William Blake's famous poem. <br /><br />THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience) <br />By William Blake <br />Tyger! Tyger! burning bright <br />In the forests of the night, <br />What immortal hand or eye <br />Could frame thy fearful symmetry? <br /><br />In what distant deeps or skies <br />Burnt the fire of thine eyes? <br />On what wings dare he aspire? <br />What the hand dare seize the fire? <br /><br />And what shoulder, & what art,<br />Could twist the sinews of thy heart? <br />And when thy heart began to beat, <br />What dread hand? & what dread feet? <br /><br />What the hammer? what the chain? <br />In what furnace was thy brain? <br />What the anvil? what dread grasp <br />Dare its deadly terrors clasp? <br /><br />When the stars threw down their spears, <br />And watered heaven with their tears, <br />Did he smile his work to see? <br />Did he who made the Lamb make thee? <br /><br />Tyger! Tyger! burning bright <br />In the forests of the night, <br />What immortal hand or eye <br />Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? <br /><br />1794 <br /><br />-------------------------------- <br />The gag-able gag about Megahertz mega-hurting would o' been better as Killer-Hurts. (SIGH)
