Роберт Ли Фрост (Robert Lee Frost)

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 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 sighted,
 '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.'