/ X / X / X / Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, / X / X / X / In the forests of the night, / X / X / X / What immortal hand or eye X / X / X / X / Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
/ X / X / X / In what distant deeps or skies, / X / X / X / Burnt the fire of thine eyes? / X / X / X / On what wings dare he aspire? / X / X / X / What the hand dare sieze the fire?
/ X / X / X / And what shoulder, and what art, X / X / X / X / Could twist the sinews of thy heart? X / X / And when thy heart began to beat, / X / X / X / What dread hand? and what dread feet?
/ X / X / X / What the hammer? what the chain, / X / X / X / In what furnace was thy brain? / X / X / X / What the anvil? what dread grasp / X / X / X / Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
/ X / X / X / When the stars threw down their spears X / X / And water'd heaven with their tears, / X / X / X / Did he smile his work to see? X / X / X / X / Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
/ X / X / X / Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, / X / X / X / In the forests of the night, / X / X / X / What immortal hand or eye X / X / X / X / Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?