elements of poetry

just as my fingers on these keys
this is the arsenal
under a spreading chestnut tree
though love repine, and reason chafe
long has the summer sunlight shone
lady, your heart has turned to dust
do i like it
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i love to steal awhile away
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i think it just splendid
do you hear the rain?
of sun nor stars