Thus I; faltering forward, Leaves around me falling, Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward, And the woman calling. (13-16)
So now the speaker is faltering, and he hears both the wind and the voice of the woman calling. He resists making a choice—he has his cake and eats it too. He doesn't decide what's real and what's not real. He's gonna live in this in-between-y world of conflicting realities. Good luck with that, bro.