Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
By reading, he is unsuccessfully attempting to distract from his sorrow over the lost (i.e. dead) Lenore, who is implied to have been the love of the narrator’s life.
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