The Tiger 歌词

In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of your eyes On what wings dare he aspire What the hand dare seize the fire And whose arm and what an art Cold frame the sinews of your heart And when your heart began to beat What dread hand, what terrible feet Tiger. Tiger burnin' bright In the dark, black forests of the night What never dying hand or eye Could frame your fearful body up in the sky What the hammer and what the chain In what furnace was your brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp When the stars throw down their spears And watered heaven with their fears Did he smile? When he saw his work Who also created the lamb