Well, about to go to bed and hope that I don't have a bad dream. But, we all know that most of us are not that innocent.

Thanks for the poem -

Here is my favorite poem when I was in highschool by William Blake

Tiger, Tiger burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy frearful 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 dealy 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?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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