Poetry
Connection
Your older
student may want
to copy part of
this poem and
include it in a
pocket in
his lapbook.
The Tiger
by William Blake
TIGER, tiger,
burning bright
In the forests
of the night,
What immortal
hand or eye
Could frame thy
fearful
symmetry?
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?
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?
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 water'd
heaven with
their tears,
Did He smile His
work to see?
Did He who made
the lamb make
thee?
Tiger, tiger,
burning bright
In the forests
of the night,
What immortal
hand or eye
Dare frame thy
fearful
symmetry?
