Testo The Tyger

Tyger, tyger burning bright in the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry In tempest deep he calls to me 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 In tempest deep he calls to me 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 In tempest deep he calls to me What the hammer, what the chain, in what furnace was thy brain What the anvil, what dread grasp, dare it?s deadly terrors clasp In tempest deep he calls to me 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 In tempest deep he calls to me