Elysian Nights!

Heavenly aethers beckon bright
Set alight by the fullest moon
Which Terra's natural satellite
Seems to be most every June,
Where nights are effortlessly gilt
By all her streams of ecliptic beams,
As from a pale bosom spilt
In grander Hesperidean dreams
Wherein also she's well cast
To showcase phantoms of delight
Like golden nymphs having a blast
In their Nymphaeums of the night
Forever lit by lunar rays,
Rarefied through an Olympic haze!