How pleasant an existence it is
That this emerald charms philosophers,
Until they become thoughtlessly willing
To bathe their hearts in later moonlight,
Knowing that they can bring back thought
In the night that is still to be silent,
Reflecting this thing and that,
Before they sleep.
It is better that, as scholars,
They should think hard in the dark cuffs
Of voluminous cloaks,
And shave their heads and bodies.
It might well be that their mistress
Is no gaunt fugitive phantom.
She might, after all, be a wanton,
Abundantly beautiful, eager.
Fecund,
From whose being by starlight, on sea-coast,
The innermost good of their seeking
Stevens speculates that Plato and is ilk would would be seduced by the worldly pleasures Florida, illuminated by the particular kind of light he mentions, leaving behind their dedication to other-worldliness. 
 

Homunculus et La Belle Etoile