Tyger Tyger, burning bright, / In the forests of the night;
Blake spelled the first word “Tyger” in the original engraved plate. The poem asks what “immortal hand or eye” could frame the tiger’s “fearful symmetry”, and it is a companion to The Lamb in Songs of Innocence.
I was angry with my friend: / I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
O rose, thou art sick! / The invisible worm, / That flies in the night, / In the howling storm,
Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, / On a cloud I saw a child, / And he laughing said to me:
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: / Its loveliness increases; it will never / Pass into nothingness;
Earth’s crammed with heaven, / And every common bush afire with God;
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! / Bird thou never wert,