I

Sinking down by the gate I discern the thin moon,
And a blackbird tries over old airs in the pine,
But the moon is a sorry one, sad the bird’s tune,
For this spot is unknown to that Heartmate of mine.

II

Did my Heartmate but haunt here at times such as now,
The song would be joyous and cheerful the moon;
But she will see never this gate, path, or bough,
Nor I find a joy in the scene or the tune.

Does Heartmate mean lover? Soul mate? Maybe its more abstract, something that sin’t obvious. After all, this story is very close to the idea of a forest and under the moon, listening to the birds sing above, be there songs sad or happy. Maybe the author is in the perspective of an animal walking on the forest floor, all alone, wanting someone to listen, to go to them.