If He could doubt on His triumphant cross, How much more I, in the defeat and loss Of seeing all my selfish dreams fulfilled, Of having lived the very life I willed, Of being all that I desired to be? My God, my God! Why hast thou forsaken me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LAST DUCHESS; FERRRA by ROBERT BROWNING BABY RUNNING BAREFOOT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG [JULY 3, 1863] by WILL HENRY THOMPSON |