Your referenced poem seems to me full of regret. Regret in that with the passage of time
(dream of the soft look Your eyes had once), she never quite acknowledged his love for her
(Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled ), and that he had to watch her age without his true love even acknowledged. Seems the woman is passing her youth, reminisces the days he was in her life and very much in love, yet presently she has choosen to ignore his past and present love
IMHO....