Shawna and Big Mick,

It strikes me that you both have this the wrong way round; PK sees himself, the poet, as the divine, the angel and her as the creature made of clay who he has tried to elevate. It's him who has the high-brow gifts to give. It's "I (who) have wooed, not as I should a creature made from clay". While she may have been financially much better off than him he publically he still looked down on her as small minded after the parting of their ways.

It's one reason why I dont really like to over-analyse this beautiful piece because it strikes me that if you do you have to conclude it revolves around a poets contempt for lesser mortals. Better to let the images of the love and beauty in the first three verses swim around, even the wistful regret of the first half of the final verse than to dwell too long on the conclusion.