This text is adapted from Phillis Wheatley's 1773 poem "On Imagination."
Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies,
Till some loved object strikes her wandering eyes,
Whose silken fetters all the senses bind,
And soft captivity involves the mind.
Imagination! who can sing thy force?
Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?
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