Homunculus et la Belle Etoile information

 In the sea, Biscayne, there prinks
 The young emerald, evening star,
 Good light for drunkards, poets, widows,
 And ladies soon to be married.

 By this light the salty fishes
 Arch in the sea like tree-branches,
 Going in many directions
 Up and down.

 This light conducts
 The thoughts of drunkards, the feelings
 Of widows and trembling ladies,
 The movements of fishes.

 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
 Might come in the simplest of speech.

 It is a good light, then, for those
 That know the ultimate Plato,
 Tranquillizing with this jewel
 The torments of confusion.