Date: 1773

"Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies, / Till some lov'd objects strikes her wand'ring eyes, / Whose silken fetters all the senses bind, / And soft captivity involves the mind."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1773

"Soaring though air to find the bright abode, / Th' empyreal palace of the thund'ring God, / We on thy pinions can surpass the wind, / And leave the rolling universe behind; / From star to star the mental optics rove, / Measure the skies, and range the realms above."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1773

"Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain, / O thou the leader of the mental train."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1773

"In full perfection all thy works are wrought, / And thine the sceptre o'er the realms of thought."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1773

"Before thy throne the subject-passions bow, / Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler Thou, / At thy command joy rushes on the heart, / And through the glowing veins the spirits dart."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1773

"Fancy might now her silken pinions try  / To rise from earth, and sweep th' expanse on high"

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1773

"Winter austere forbids me to aspire, / And northern tempests damp the rising fire; / They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea, / Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)