That last stanza completely transforms the prior, from illo, transforming it in a open ended...what that mystic travel did do?
Lament her, reap her soul, or...what?
The trick is we don't really have closure...
So terribly true of all unrequited love. We are never so vulnerable as when we are in love and to the person who doesn't love, never so boring. She wanted the excitement of the chase, he needed commitment. It would never have worked!