William Blake - Poetry

Next up is William Blake's very famous poem, 'Tyger! Tyger!'.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame they 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 they heart?
And when they 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 watered 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?

The 'burning bright' imagery is incredibly potent.  I like the idea of questioning exactly how a Creator would go about making such a savage and beautiful beast.  If you assign roles of good and evil to animals, it's hard to see how tigers and lambs can come from the same source.  (Of course if you go the 'circle of life' route, then it all makes sense pretty quickly.)
I've known this poem for years and I'lll now admit that I'm bothered by the lack of rhyme with the word 'symmetry'.  I'm sure there has been a phonetic shift since this was written but it really does clang in my modern ears.  Probably best to just get over it.