“Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

“When the stars threw down their spearsAnd watered heaven with their tears:Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the Lamb make thee?- The Tyger”

“When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,For all the day they view things unrespected;But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,How would thy shadow's form form happy showTo the clear day with thy much clearer light,When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed madeBy looking on thee in the living day,When in dead night thy fair imperfect shadeThrough heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!All days are nights to see till I see thee,And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.”

“And all my days are trances,And all my nightly dreamsAre where thy dark eye glances,And where thy footstep gleams--In what ethereal dances,By what eternal streams!”

“For that is love, wasn't it? To burn bright in someone else's eyes?”

“For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes?”