Then he sang softly nigh the pearly rim; But the sad dweller by the sea-ways lone Changed all he sang to inarticulate moan Among her Wildering whirls, forgetting him.
"Poems"
W. B. Yeats
The land became a long white sea, And then a deep with scarce a coast; The stars refused their light, till he Was in the Wildering mazes lost.
"The Log School-House on the Columbia"
Hezekiah Butterworth
Old fashioned flowering shrubs stood in close and Wildering confusion.
"A Letter of Credit"
Susan Warner