Starting off with a Classic

I figured I would start this section with one of my personel favorite poets-William Blake and his poem The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What Imortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what deeps or distant skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand,dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder,& what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer?What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil?What the 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?

Tyger! Tyger!burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?