Oh, tales of darkened spirits,
Memories of special loves
Pass me by and free my soul,
Purge my pain from me.
Thou with thy pleasure and dreams of delight
Hast thy reasons forgotten themselves?
Hast thy shadows darkened thy own soul
And taken to mark and score
The clean days yet to appear?
On one level this poem describes a spurned lover drinking himself to a pain fee state. Ther speaker finally asks when the anguish will be gone?
Maybe there is another level to this poem where the hurting person is not drinking but rather calls on stories and lore of dark literature (like reading Edgar Allan Poe) to experience a period of wallowing in their grief to help them get past the pain.
