I know that those are supposed to depict lions but Blake's poem fits perfectly here.
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
(...)
I know that those are supposed to depict lions but Blake's poem fits perfectly here.
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
(...)