Little Tiger, burning bright
With a subtle Blakeish light,
Tell what visions have their home
In those eyes of flame and chrome!
Children vex thee - thoughtless, gay -
Holding when thou wouldst away:
What dark lore is that which thou,
Spitting, mixest with thy meow?
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For a creator of nightmares this is a rather ironic poem basead upon the classic Tyger,Tyger of William Blake. Lovercraft sure breaks all the symethry of the original. FUnny.
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