thinking about persephone over break

i've been thinking a great deal about proserpine's garden since we last had class. and i know we're going to move past it this coming monday, but i thought there was still a bit of thinking/work to be done.

"I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep." i can't really pinpoint why this is the case for the narrator. i've been trying to construct the/an personality/idea of the narrator for a few days now. every time i read this poem i want to flesh out some speculative implications, and discover some sort of core of indulgence, adulterousness, and decadence. but that line concerning "desires" seems to be standing in my mind's way. the line concerning "desires..." is the only thing that makes this poem feel really pessimistic-- to me, at least. there are a few lines that contain criticisms of piety, which i suppose are implicitly pessimistic in their general criticism on man. thats really one of the few concrete traits i've settled upon for the characterization of the narrator. it may be a bit grave, but the second to last stanza is actually kind of uplifting. this notion of the certainty and equality of death, returning our unique paths through life to the communal sea-- where we all end up, rich or poor, sinful or chaste, etc can seem reassuring. you may have to be pretty far on the downside of advantage in life to believe this (or perhaps its just exceptionally rational?) but i think it's worth pointing out that it might be a bit more difficult to call the narrator of the poem a pessimist without attempting to construct a more accurate picture of who he is.