TIGER, tiger, burning bright What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful 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 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?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
If she had been a bit faster and perhaps had use a 4 wood instead of a 3 iron we wouldn't have to endure the Tiger press conference today.....I just can't wait. Some idiot from ESPN will no doubt ask what the playing conditions are like and how fast are the greens. High drama. Here is where Berlioz puts him...you can hear his head topple off at the end.