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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required with apologies to William Blake Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round As the chimes of midnight sound, Must you run that wheel so late When I'd rather take sleep's bait? Your actions make me ponder This endless need to wander; To run, though you have no goal, As if Satan sought your soul. O hamster, mine, please explain Why you needs must cause me pain? Why eschew the sun's bright beam For Mistress Moon's cold white gleam? Though born to be nocturnal, Aspire to life diurnal Lest your status in this house Sink to equal that of Mouse And your handsome fuzzy back Provide Kitty with a snack, Bringing silence at long last After Kitty's said repast. Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round As the chimes of midnight sound Must you run that wheel so late When I'd rather take sleep's bait? @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ The Tyger BY WILLIAM BLAKE Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; 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, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & 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? Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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