The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forest of the night

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy 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 thy heart?

And when thy 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 it's 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 made thee?

Tyger? Tyger? Burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful?

By william Blake

I like this poem because it has a nice flow, it rhymes well and when I'm reading it, I feel like im there.