In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
Could twist the sinews1 of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb2 make thee?
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?