Ohrmann Museum & Gallery



Tyger, Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry

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?

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?
                   William Blake