The Eloping Angles: a caprice

[I’ll write more on this later… Just want to get it posted separately because it is so long… ]

The Eloping Angels: a caprice

by William Watson
London: Elkin, Mathews and John Lane: Vigo Street c1893

Dedication:
To Grant Allen an only too generous appreciator of my verse I dedicate this poem knowing that he will recognize beneath its somewhat hazardous levity a spirit not wholly flippant such as can alone justify its inscription to a serious lover of the Muse

Written in September and October 1892
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1
FAUST, on a day, and Mephistopheles,
In the dead season, were supremely bored.
‘ What shall we do, our jaded souls please ? ‘
Said Faust to his Familiar and his lord.
‘ All Pleasures have we tasted at our ease,
All byways of all sin have we explored.
What shall we do, our jaded souls to please ? ‘
‘ Ah, what indeed ? ‘ said Mephistopheles.

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To whom thus Faust: ‘ My Mephisto, thou art
A devil of exceedingly rich resource;
Hast in thy time played every human part,
And braved the shafts of archangelic Force;
Thou carriest lightly in thy brain a chart
Of all the worlds, and every planet’s course;
Canst not procure us, by thy wit’s rare power,
Admission into heaven for half-an-hour ?

3
‘ Thou know’st the approaches well; didst learn to scale
The starriest heights, in thy distinguished Past:
The Seraphim as comrades thou couldst hail,
And with Saint Peter an old friendship hast.
Some private influence surely would avail,
Joined with the prestige of thy name and caste.
‘ Twould mightily amuse me, I declare,
For once to see how wags the world up there. ‘

4
Then Mephisto : ‘ You vastly underrate
The hazards and the dangers, my good Sir.
Peter is stony as his name ; the gate,
Excepting to invited guests, won’t stir.
‘ Tis long since he and I were intimate :
We differed ; but to bygones we refer ?
However, there’s no want of windows ; you
Could get a glimpse of heaven by peeping through. ‘

5
So, on the wings of magic power, these twain
Ascended through the steep and giddy night ;
And soon this earth and all it doth contain
Shrank to a point of hesitating light,
Till, as they climbed those altitudes inane,
The battlements celestial dawned in sight,
And domes and turrets made one golden gleam
Splendid beyond all splendour born of dream.

6
Unto a window in the heavenly wall,
A casement open to the night, they came,
When Mephisto addressed his charge and thrall :
‘ This sort of prank, to me, is rather tame,
And my concern with Paradise is small :
My int’rests lie elsewhere ; but all the same,
You, as a stranger, might do worse than cast
A glance inside : most probably, your last. ‘

7
‘ Soft ! ‘ answered Faust, ‘ I hear a voice within,
An if it be not some enamoured youth
Breathing warm words a maiden’s heart to win,
Like any mortal wooer, in good sooth
Thou’rt not the great artificer of sin,
Nor I a seeker after hidden truth.
Nay, sure enough-look !-what a charming pair !
Such eyes she has ! And that auroral hair ! ‘

8
Faust had not erred. These angels were indeed
Two human lovers, who, by sudden fate,
Full early from the yoke of life being freed,
Renewed their vows in that celestial state.
Now Faust, although immoral, was, I need
Hardly affirm, a gentleman. ‘ I hate, ‘
He said, ‘ to play the spy at scenes like this. ‘
So he coughed loudly on their whispering bliss.

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‘ Immoral Spirits ! Beatitudes divine !
Behold, ‘ he said, ‘ two wanderers from that star
Whence haply ye too hail : whose glories shine
Lost in deep space, so faint and pail they are.
If ye will graciously an ear incline,
And parley with us travellers from afar,
Fain would we learn such news as my be given
Of what-in short-is going on in heaven. ‘

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‘ Friends, for such tidings ye in vain apply
To me, ‘ the radiant Youth Angelic said.
We lead a life withdrawn, this maid and I,
Nor love the life by other angels led-
All idle hymns of praise to the Most High.
Our one supreme desire is to be wed,
And we were even now concerting schemes
How to escape and realise our dreams.

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‘ For here in heaven no marrying is, nor yet
Giving in marriage, and we dwell debarred
From that full tie whereon our heart are set-
An inhibition surely somewhat hard.
One only hindrance-a most serious let-
Doth still the moment of our flight retard :
To wit, this garb angelic, which on earth
Would comment cause, and haply move to mirth. ‘

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‘ No bar at all ! ‘ quoth Mephisto the shrewd.
‘ You shall change wardrobes with my friend and me.
Our earthly vesture when you have endued,-
‘ Tis somewhat picturesque, as you may see,-
Across the interstellar solitude
Safely to earth (dear planet !) you shall flee.
You have my blessing, both of you. And now
We will effect the exchange, if you’ll allow. ‘

13
Merely to will, when spirit with spirit deals,
Is to perform. The bargain once being made,
Faust, in a thought, appears head to heels
Clad in the garments of the angel-maid,
She in his own ; the devil quite pious feels,
In garb of heavenly becomingly arrayed ;
While the Bright Lover clothes divine desire
In most unhallowed and unblest attire.

14
So Faust and his companion entered, by
The window, the abodes where seraphs dwell.
‘ Already morning quickens in the sky,
And soon will sound the heavenly matin-bell ;
Our time is short, ‘ said Mephisto, ‘ for I
Have an appointment about noon in hell.
Dear, dear ! why, heaven has hardly changed one bit
SInce the old days before the historic split. ‘

15
But leave we now this enterprising pair,
Faust the explorer, Mephisto the guide,
And follow yon bright fugitives in their
Ethereal journey whither mortals bide.
Across the wastes of space and fields of air
Tireless they sped, and soon this orb descried,
Hung like a fairy lamp with timid gleam
From the great branches of the Solar Scheme.

16
She, on the earth, a village girl, and he
A prince had been. ‘ Twas pure romance of love,
Idyllic and ideal as could be,
All policy and prudence far above.
And when he fell in glorious battle, she
Could not survive him, poor, white, mateless dove !
And now on earth they stepped once more, and met
The ghosts of old dead kissed deathless yet.

17
‘ Twas morn. The lark was making for the sky
The ploughman was returning to his plough.
‘ Unto my father’s palace we will fly, ‘
Said the angelic Prince. ‘ Another, now,
Sits on his throne, but loyally will I
Serve him, and gladly to his sceptre bow ;
And us, I doubt not, he will entertain,
And cheerly bid us welcome home again. ‘

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So, to the royal palace having flown,
And in no form or due observance failed,
With mien of homage they approached the throne ;
But the poor craven king in terror quailed,
Shrieking : ‘ More spectres ! Out, ye sprites, begone !
Have all my exorcists not yet availed
To rid me of these ghostly plagues that make
Life dreadful, if I sleep or if I wake ? ‘

19
Then, with sad eyes compassionate, the twain
Faded from out the presence, nothing loth
The presence of the fields and skies to gain.
And she, the queen of his rich love and troth,
Spake very softly : ‘ Dearest, wilt though deign
To seek my father’s cottage, where for both
Shall room and welcome be ? for he doth own
A heart more royal than thy kinsman’s throne. ‘

20
Unto her father’s cot they took their way.
They found him leaning on his gate, white-haired,
Full of the memory of a former day.
Calmly he greeted them, like on prepared
For loftiest visitants, as who should say :
‘ My son and daughter, that so far have fared,
I have awaited you this many a year.
Enter and rest, my son and daughter dear. ‘

21
And entering in, they veiled their heavenly sheen
In homely vesture, and themselves resigned
To homely tasks. A milkmaid or a queen,
Her had you deemed : an emperor him, or hind.
Of port majestic, yet of humblest mien-
Immortals, thrilled with touch of mortal kind-
To notes of earth they gave sphery tone,
And knit the hearts of all things with their own.

22
So there they stayed, and to neighbours few
The story of their earthward flight revealed ;
And more than paradisal bliss they drew
From the familiar life of hearth and field.
Content with pleasures which the lowliest knew,
The wealth which all things unto all things yield,
They vowed that nought should ever them decoy
Back to their selfish heaven of unearned joy.

23
Yet theirs were may griefs, for evermore
They made the pangs of other hearts their own,
Feeling all pain they saw ; and thus they bore
The burden of the universal moan,
Wept with all tears, and will all wounds sore.
But likewise all the joy by others known
Became their joy ; and in the world-wide scale,
Pleasure, they found, o’er pain did still prevail.

24
So, on the earth, as angels they remained,
Yet more than angels, being lovers too ;
All their celestial loveliness retained
And evermore in earthly sweetness grew.
Thus lost they nothing of divine, and gained
Everything human save what men must rue,
Uniting all below with all above,
Linking the stars and flowers in perfect love.

25
But being deathless, ever ’twas their doom
Loving their fellows, to lament them dead.
Age after age, they saw the opening tomb,
And saw it close upne a comrade’s head.
Yet what the grave took from them, that the womb
Gave back ; ‘ for death is but a form, ‘ they said,
‘ Birth a convention : nought is less or more ;
And nature but reclaimeth to restore. ‘

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And still they tarry. I have met them oft,
With their pure voices and caressing eyes.
You hear the rustle of their raiment soft,
And, looking up, behold with no surprise
The coronal they never yet have doffed,
The lucid aureole worn in Paradise :
Nor can you marvel that they never cared
For joys which only idle angels shared
* * * * *

27
‘ I think, ‘ said Faust-himself and Mephisto
Had just returned from their ethereal jaunt-
‘ This earth is still the nicest place I know.
It always teases me when people flaunt
Their own superior bliss before me, so
Aggressively, as in that sinless haunt
Where we have just been priviledged to see
The dullness of entire felicity.

28
‘ And then, their bliss itself-no objects new
Tempting the soul for ever forth to press !
One goal attained, another half in view,
One riddle solved, another still to guess,
Something subdued, and something to subdue,
Are the conditions of our happiness.
I know no harsher ordinance of fate
Than the stagnation of your perfect state. ‘

29
‘ All which, ‘ said Mephisto, ‘ I’ve heard before.
Well, you and I no risk need apprehend
Of being stranded on that tedious shore.
From all such perils we are safe, my friend,
So make yourself quite easy on that score,
And your great mind to other matters bend.
Meanwhile, old fellow, Earth for you and me !
(Aside.) How he will take to my place, we shall see. ‘

Galieleo’s Daughter

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Someone once saw this book on my Amazon wishlist, and said I should skip it as it was really boring. I have to admit they were correct. I originally thought it was historical fiction based on the description, and then when I found out it was a historical biography, I was hoping for something along the lines of “John Adams” and “1776.” Unfortunately this was no where near as riveting. I did make it through, though I have to admit I skimmed through some sections. The most interesting part was regarding Galileo’s trial.

Simple Suppers

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I went to a cooking class at Southern Season, in which David Hirsch, a cook for over 30 years at Moosewood, presented a few recipes from this new Moosewood book. Moosewood has several cookbooks, and Sunday’s at Moosewood has alwasy been one of our favorites — we’ve used it for many recipes in Cooking Club.

The class was less hands on than I expected, but overall it was still good. There were lots of questions from the audience, so we still learned a lot. I’ve already cooked a couple of the recipes 3 or 4 times and they are really good and not difficult at all.

The concept of the book is recipes that are simple and quick. Simple is defined in different ways, but mainly the number of ingredients used, the likelihood of having those ingredients, how many pots are dirty, etc. I’ve only flipped through the book so I only have real exposure to the recipes we made in class, but overall there are several that look promosing and that I hope to try soon.

Misquoting Jesus. Bart D. Ehrman

First, I’d like to thank my friend Patrick for sending this to me as a Chrstmas present. I had read a review of it in the local paper, but probably would not have read it on my own without receiving it as a gift. But now that I’ve read it I am glad that I did. Thanks Patrick!

Second, let me quote 2 Timothy 3:16-17:

16All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, 17so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.

More on that in a bit.

The book is sort of a layman’s introduction to textual criticism. Though I’m no expert, I have studied this a little in a New Testament class in college many years ago. Dr. Ehrman is considered one of the worlds experts in this field at this point. It’s funny, as Kelly is pretty sure he taught her New Testament class many years ago at UNC, where Dr. Ehrman is a professor. And I have the Teaching Company’s New Testament course on CD, which is taught by Dr. Ehrman. In that, he argues that Jesus was an Apocalyptic Prophet (and not the son of God).

I would venture to say that many Christians would find this book offensive. I, however, found it very good. While I have known that there are some descrepancies between the manuscripts of the New Testament in existence, I had never really dug into some of the more interesting ones. Overall the book does a great job of discussing the types of changes made and why they were changed. At one end is those minor accidental changes such as a misspelled word, while on the other are changes made for theological reasons.

I won’t go into any specific examples here, even though I had dog-eared several pages of them. But in the conclusion one thing I found quite interesting is how he shows that Luke and Matthew, which most scholars agree are based on Mark, actually changed Mark for their own purposes. The evidence here is compelling. And the opinion of Ehrman strikes me as the correct one to have:

The point is that Luke changed the tradition he inherited. Readers completely misinterpret Luke if they fail to realize this — as happens, for example, when they assume that Mark and Luke are saying the same thing about Jesus. If they are not saying the same thing, it is not legitmate to assume they are — for example, by taking what Mark says, and taking what Luke says, then taking what Matthew and John say, and then melding them all together, so that Jesus says and does all the things that each of the Gospel writers indicates. Anyone who interprets the Gospels this way is not letting each author have his own say…

There are a couple other items I want to quote here. I should not that Dr. Ehrman became a born again Christian in his high school years, and then went on to study further, 1st (in his own words) to a very fundamentalist school (Moody), and later a more liberal school (Wheaton), and then to an even more liberal school (Princeton), and eventually he “lost” his faith. That context may be useful in some of these quotes:

[on one of his professors] But he was not afraid of asking questions of his faith. At the time, I took it as a sign of weakness…; eventually, I saw it as a real committment to truth and as being willing to open oneself up to the possibility that one’s views need to be revised in light of further knowledge and life experience.

I suppose when I started my studies I had a rather unsophisticated view of reading: that the point of reading a text is simply to let the text “speak for itself,” to uncover the meaning inherent in its words. The reality, I came to see, is that meaning is not inherent and texts do not speak for themselves. If texts could speak for themselves, then everyone honestly and openly reading a text would agree on what the text says. But interpretations of texts abound, and people in fact do not agree on what the texts mean.

Now, back to 2 Timothy 3:16… Dr. Ehrman tells us that he came to the conclusion that the Bible is a very human book, and has been from the very beginning. He decided that it could not be the inerrant word of God, and that it could not be God “inspired” (God breathed). I think he actually does a nice job of not trying to shove this view down his readers throats. While there are a few places in the book where I felt he was being a bit flippant to others with a more hard-line view of scripture as the inerrant word of God, overall he kept the bias out of it pretty well, and just presented evidence that there have indeed been changes by humans, especially early on before professional scribes got involved, and that some of those changes do have theological implications.

(One example of this — perhaps flippant is not the right word here — is the title “Misquoting Jesus.” That’s a title that was chosen, in my mind, to create a stir and therefore generate more sales. Maybe that was the publishser’s decision. 🙂 )

I’d like to add one more note. In “The Case for Christ,” Lee Strobel has a chapter on this very subject. At one point there is a statement that the New Testament has survived 99.5% in tact, which of course doesn’t really jibe with this book which talks of hundreds of thousands of differences. (And in fact, in the Case for Christ, there is mention of hundreds of thousands of differences as well. However, it goes on to argue that the majority are minor and I’m supposing that’s where this percentage comes from, though that is not 100% clear.)

Granted, Ehrman does say that the majority are non-consequential, but he does point out some that do have theological implicaitons. Strobel, in the form of an interview of expert Bruce Metzger, says that none of the changes put any doctrine in jeoprody. (It’s interesting that Ehrman studied under Metger at Princeton.) At any rate, here are two experts that seem to be disagreeing. Ehrman shows some examples that do have theological implications; Metzger says no doctrines are in jeoprody.

While I’m no expert, I lean toward’s Metzger’s interpretation. In none of the examples Ehrman gives did I feel my faith being challenged by any of the textual differences, even though they were profound. However, I think that Ehrman has made the decision that because we don’t have the inerrant word of God, that he can not believe Jesus is the son of God. He has not lost belief that Jesus existed or was an important figure, as he argues in the New Testament CD course I have.

So, finally, do I recommend this? I can say that if you are a Christian with a strong belief that the Bible is inerrant, this book will probably frustrate you. However, if you are an atheist that likes to keep abreast of such things, or an agnostic who is not sure, or a Christian with a more open mind about this subject, then you certainly should read it.

I have come out stronger in my faith with a deeper understanding of the book that guides my beliefs.

The Screwtape Letters. C.S. Lewis

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Wow! Brilliant!! C.S. Lewis comes across as a genius in this book, in my opinion. It is probably the most I’ve dog-eared a book since Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. This is a series of letters from Screwtape, an “administrative demon,” that is directing his nephew, Wormwood, a novice demon, in the corruption of one man’s soul. It’s a very clever strategy to see things from the Devil’s perspective, as he refers to God throughout the book as Our Enemy. It really casts an ironic light on many human activities in modern day living.

I did have a ton of dog-eared sections for me to go back and read again, so I’ll only include some of them here:

  • in discussing humans…

    As spirits, they belong to the eternal world, but as animals they inhabit time. This means that while their spirit can be directed to an eternal object, their bodies, passions, and imaginations are in continual change, for to be in time means to change. Their nearest approach to constancy, therefore, is undulation — the repeated return to a level from which they repeatedly fall back, a series of troughs and peaks.

  • in discussing sin…

    Murder is no better than cards if cards can do the trick. The safest road to hell is the gradual one — the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.

  • On Pleasure…

    …you allowed the patient to read a book he really enjoyed it, and not in order to make clever remarks about it to his … friends. In the second place, you allowed him to walk down to the old mill and have tea there, a walk through country he really likes, and taken alone. In other words you allowed him two real positive pleasures…

    He goes on to discuss this further in detail, but the main point is that when a human does something that he truly enjoys, not to impress friends or to “palm off vanity, bustle, irony, and expensive tedium,” it allows the human to be closer to his true self. But if things are done with the illusion of pleasure, but are really done for other reasons, you “detach him from the Enemy [God] … by deteching him from himself.”

    One other note on this point… I kept a reading notebook for years before I started posting some of my thoughts online. And once I started posting online, it was never to impress anyone. It was always mainly for me personally to go back and recall what I had read before. However, I do think that some of the quotes I pull out will be intersting to others, and may help them find books to read based on what I’ve written.

    The final quote on this is:

    The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring two-pence about what other people say about it, is by that very fact forearmed against some of our subtlest forms of attack. You should always try to make the patient abandon the food or books he really likes in favour of the ‘best’ people, the ‘right’ food, the ‘important’ books. I have known a human defended from strong temptations to social ambition by a still stronger taste for tripe and opinions.

  • There’s a big discussion of the past, present, and future, as it relates to humans, and I liked the following:

    … the Future is, of all things, the least like eternity. It is the most completely temporal part of time — for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with Eternal Rays. Hence the encouragement we have given to all those schemes of thought such as Creative Evolution, Scientific Humansism, or Communism, which fix men’s affections on the Future, on the very core of temporality. Hence nearly all vices are rooted in the Future. Gratitude looks to the past and love to the present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.

  • I’ve always been drawn to “East meets West” type philosphy, in things like Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and other writings, mostly with respect to the subject object duality seen in cultures of the West that is often lacking in the East, but also with how the present is dealt with in different ways. I’ve seen some similarities between what Jesus teaches and Eastern thought on the present. So the following really struck me:

    If … he is aware that horrors may be in store for him and is praying for the virtues, wherewith to meet them, and meanwhile concerning himself with the Present because there, and there alone, all duty, all grace, all knowledge, and all pleasure dwell, his state is very undesirable and should be attacked at once.

  • The following is so true — many churchgoers criticize things that are not worth criticizing, i.e. not criticizing possible doctrinal issue, but instead critizing largely irrelevant itmes, which in the end just distracts them from the real purpose of churchgoing:

    What He [God] wants of the layman in chruch is an attitde which may, indeed, be critical in the sense of rejecting what is false or unhelpful, but which is wholly uncritical in the sense that it does not appraise — does not waste time in thinking about what it rejects, but lays itself open in uncommenting, humble receptivitiy to any nourishment that is going.

  • Here’s another thing that is very true, and that probably all of us have struggled with! I like to think I have gotten better at it over the years. 🙂

    … nothing throws [a person] into a passion so easily as to find a tract of time which he reckoned on having at his own disposal unexpectedly taken from him.

  • I like the following… It’s true for me (and not just in this example), but I love seasonal change. That’s one of the things that started getting on my nerves about FL!

    He [God] has balanced the love of change in them by a love of permanence. He has contrived to gratify both tastes together in the very world He has made, by that union of change and permanence which we call Rhythm. He gives them seasons, each season different yet every year the same, so that spring is always felt as a novelty yet always as the recurrence of an immemorial theme.

  • Another very true thought, this one a difference between men and women, and I’ve certainly been guilty of this in the past. Hopefully I will improve as I mature:

    A woman means by unselfishness … taking trouble from others; a man means not giving trouble to others…. a man will live long in the Enemy’s [God’s] camp before he undertakes as much spontaneous work to please others as a quite ordinary woman does every day.

  • And finally (this is from Screwtape Makes a Toast, which was written much later than the letters):

    All said and done, my firends, it will be an ill day for us if what most humans mean by ‘religion’ ever vanishes from earth. It can still send us the truly delicious sins…. Nowhere do we tempt so succesfully as on the very steps of the altar.

  • So, I really want to read this book again and take more time to study it, to think about some of the deeper thoughts more. I highly recommend this book — one of the best I’ve read in some time.

If

Comments
This is one of my all time favorites and I hope to memorize it someday — and to pass it on to both Riley and Reece.

IF

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

–Rudyard Kipling

The Tyger

I was saying the 1st few lines of this to Riley the other day and she seemed interested, but I could not recall the rest, so I told her I’d read it to her when we got home. Of course my Mom was in the car and after hearing me do this one and The Raven, she thought I should be teaching her more kid friendly poems! :-/

THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)

By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! 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 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 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?