Careful Words

wander (v.)

For who would lose,

Though full of pain, this intellectual being,

Those thoughts that wander through eternity,

To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost

In the wide womb of uncreated night?

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 146.

Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright

On river and forest, o'er mountain and lea.

Charles Jefferys (1807-1865): Come, wander with me.