acrostic poem

i know what you're going to say
on and on
i have seen the proudest stars
in may
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
at dawn, he said
with the sunset
therefore i may not
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
as i lie roofed in, screened in
friend, whose smile has come to be
the ships are lying in the bay
though love repine, and reason chafe