Lost In Heaven, Robert Frost, 1874-1963 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 skymarks 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 Oh, opening clouds, by opening on me wide. Let's let my heavenly lostness overwhelm me.'