type of poem

stand here by my side
i gazed upon the glorious sky
the old songs
days endeared to every muse
i had over-prepared the event
to be able to see every side of every question
who loves the rain
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
in and of itself
i loved a woman
lived by the river-side
sweet splendor
they may talk of love in a cottage
since i have felt the sense of death