| TARDIS, Tardis, flashing bright |
| In the forests of the night, |
| What immortal hand or eye |
| Could frame thy fearful symmetry? |
| |
| In what distant times 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 hearts 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 saved the Earth save thee? |
| |
| Tardis, Tardis, flashing bright |
| In the forests of the night, |
| What immortal hand or eye |
| Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? |
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Bonus post: Maybe William Blake knew the Doctor?
I noticed that if you change just a few words here and there in William Blake's "Tiger" it is quite relevant to the Dr. Who story...eerily so! Just thought it might be interesting to put up.
Labels:
bonus,
Dr. Who,
poetry,
William Blake
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