Lost In Heaven

The clouds, the source of rain, one stormy night

Offered an opening to the source of dew;

Which I accepted with impatient sight,

Looking for my old sky-marks in the blue.



But stars were scarce in that part of the sky,

And no two were of the same constellation-

No one was bright enough to identify;

So ‘twas with not ungrateful consternation,



Seeing myself well lost once more, I sighed,

‘Where, where in heaven am I? But don’t tell me!

O opening clouds, by opening on me wide.

Let’s let my heavenly lostness overwhelm me.



Robert Frost