The nAts
nAts nAts, lurking bright,
In the vct of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant bind or icebox.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize 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 cage? what the trip,
In what cam was thy brain?
What the lurk? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
nAts nAts lurking bright,
In the vct of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
By n2bf
Parody of The Tyger by Blake
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