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?
Poem by: William Blake..... The Tiger
The beauty and the strength of the Tiger leave us in a sense of awe. The graceful way they carry themselves with such a bulk. The tenderness they have with their young. They are natures beauty and should be protected. I hope you have enjoyed this page, please sign my guest book and check out my other pages.
May the sun always shine on your face, the wind be at your back and God hold you in the hollow of His hand. Peace always.
Tiger's Wisdom Includes:
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Energy
Strength and will-power in the face of adversity
Acting in a timely manner
Action without analysis
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