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 lambTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
