poetry form

the stars fell from heaven
to come so soon to this imagined dark
long has the summer sunlight shone
tripping up, falling down
she knows a cheap release
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
in your flight
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
in and of itself
which i wish to remark
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
all those treasures that lie
we were not many