Sabretooth

An interesting poem, Sabre. William Blake seems to have been an interesting man, at the very least. But onto my perception of said poem:

I cannot help, throughout the poem, but escape the image of a captured tiger, bound for all to see, his majestic nature stripped away for the enjoyment of others.

On the other hand, it might merely be an admirer, when, in the deep of night, approached by a tiger so closely that he can observe and only speculate as to the beginnings of such a (noble, perhaps?) creature.

I thank you for fully posting it, Good Sir Sabre! 'twas quite an interesting read. Blake was quite the unique man, it seems.