The Tyger
The Tyger by Mistress X :Tyger Tyger burning bright in the forests of the night; what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?: Was on the chalkboard of Rob's literature class and he copied it down as Professor Cutter continued to scrawl the poem over the greenish grey surface. :In what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes?: It was all a little odd. Rob had heard that Professor Cutter had minored in literature which was why he was subbing for...