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 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON OUR STATE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CHEF PERNOLLET by BERTON BRALEY HASTINGS' SONNETS: 1 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |