Precocious Glare!

Oh marvel upwards you mortals of routine.
Cast your gaze at the empyrean heights!
Ravish your eyes with an unearthly scene
And your mind with celestial delights!
There, above looming watershed slopes,
Waxing Luna swings her gibbous lamp
Reflecting humanity's dreams and hopes
Into every concrete and sylvan camp
Where septum's thunder rumbles and snores!

Just as well for those who remain aware
And mostly see their midnight chores
As a way of escaping daytime glare,
Which starts again...in serenity's wake,
With Apollo's level beams of daybreak!