I made a longer post arguing a bit with the OP, but if you don’t mind I’ll say here— you’re joining OP in assuming that authors have a single clear intent in writing the text, and your job is to uncover that and then read obediently along. But a good university literature class, especially in poetry, will hopefully be emphasizing things like the legitimacy of reader reaction, the importance of ambiguity, the impossibility of divining authorial intent etc. The text has no life apart from the intent of the author? Derrida and Bakhtin want a word!
It’s a bit reductive…
Two romantic pairings that should have happened, in Ivanhoe and The Deerslayer.
In Ivanhoe, >!he should end up with brave, intrepid Rebecca instead of the soggy but oh-so-blonde Rowena. I realize this would mean Ivanhoe would have to convert to Judaism. I have no issue with that!<
The Deerslayer has an ending so miserable that the final four pages actually changed how I felt about the character and I finished it really despising him. And I didn’t think much of the author either. >!Judith, who’s been intrepid and courageous and is actually tried to rescue him repeatedly, proposes to him only to have him snottily turned her down because someone once told him a rumor that she might’ve kiss someone. Slut! Not good enough for ourbchaste hero. Anyway, later he hears that she dated a soldier, so he knows he did the right thing. What a pathetic prude!< It’s why I never read Last of the Mohicans. If Judith had been the main character, I would’ve read it.