Delight in Disorder

Well, this poem seemed pretty straight forward. The speaker gets delight. . . from disorder. I don't really see the point to writing a poem about it but I guess that's why I'm not a poet. Anyway, basically this poems structure matched the theme. Broken rhyme scheme=disorder. I also think that the poem not being divided into stanzas at all and therefore, unorganized is also deliberate. This guy almost seems like he is, and I know this might be an extreme stretch, but maybe even sexually attracted to "disorderly" girls. He says a lot of things that make me think of a woman's clothes like the erring lace and the crimson stomacher, but who really knows.