After this troubling question, the poet throws up his hands, no wiser than before. At the end of this poem of pulsating, drum-beat of questions in a sing-song of nursery rhymes, the poem returns to the beginning. The poetic drum retains the short metrical feet: "Tyger! Tyger! burning bright / in the forests of the night, / What immortal hand or eye/Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?" And the repetition suggests the poet is no wiser...

The existence of evil in the world in the form of the tiger remains in his eyes, as does the possibility that the same creator of that evil also brought forth the lamb and all of existence.
Works Cited

Blake, William. "The Tyger." 1794. Text available 6 Nov 2007 at http://www.eecs.harvard.edu/~keith/poems/tyger.html