We thread the serial's magic maze Of mingled joy and woe, Each turn and trap and tangled phase Assiduously we know; And through it all we little care Though gold is lost or found, Though hearts are torn and swords are bare And gory is the ground. The saints may live, the villain die, The prince may sink or swim; But "Does it turn out well?" we cry, "And did she marry him?" Nor are we changed when we peruse Life's long, fantastic tale: We little reck what heroes choose, That knaves succeed or fail; Come health or sickness, power or pain, Let kingdoms rise or fall, The proud may rule, the greedy gain, We little heed it all. For love we live, for love we die, Whatever fates may be: "Ah, will it turn out well?" we cry, "And will she marry me?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE WORLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD |