The speaker is saying goodbye to a lover, not with anger or pleading, but with quiet acceptance. She can sense that his heart “mutely quivers to be free,” so she releases him before he has to ask. There is sadness here, even a hint of coldness in the images of staring stars and waiting winter, but also dignity: she refuses to hold someone who no longer wants to stay. She tells him to go forward, to spread his restless wings, while she remains behind with the emptiness.
The mood is somber and wintry, but not desperate. The title “Finality” matters—she is not negotiating or hoping. She is facing the end squarely and choosing loneliness over clinging to a love that has already ended. It feels less like a plea and more like a proud, sorrowful release.