TIGER TIGER BURNING BRIGHTLY IN IN THE FOREST OF THE NIGHT WHAT IMMORTAL HAND OR EYE COULD FRAME THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY IN WHAT DISTANCE DEEPS OR SKIES BURNT THE FIRE OF THINE EYES ON WHAT WINGS DARE HE ASPIRE WHAT THE HAND DARE SEIZE THE FIRE 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 TIGER TIGER BURNING BRIGHTLY IN THE FOREST OF THE NIGHT WHAT IMMORTAL HAND OR EYE DARE FRAME THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY TIGER TIGER BURNING SO BRIGHTLY IN THE NIGHT *whispers* tiger
I love this poem.