The pagan Gods will make you mad. It is better to remain human.

And the Stars

Perhaps you did not know how bright last night,
Especially above your seaside door,
Was all the marvelous starlit sky, and wore
White harmonies of very shining light.

Perhaps you did not want to seek the sight
Of that remembered rapture any more.–
But then at least you must have heard the shore
Roar with reverberant voices thro’ the night.

Those stars were lit with longing of my own,
And the ocean’s moan was full of my own pain.
Yet doubtless it was well for both of us
You did not come, but left me there alone.

I hardly ought to see you much again;
And stars, we know, are often dangerous.

Robinson Jeffers.

In her Praise

This they know well: the Goddess yet abides.
Though each new lovely woman whom she rides,
Straddling her neck a year or two or three,
Should sink beneath such weight of majesty
And, groping back to humankind, gainsay
The headlong power that whitened all her way
With a broad track of trefoil—leaving you,
Her chosen lover, ever again thrust through

With daggers, your purse rifled, your rings gone—
Nevertheless they call you to live on
To parley with the pure, oracular dead,
To hear the wild pack whimpering overhead,
To watch the moon tugging at her cold tides.
Woman is mortal woman. She abides.

Robert Graves

It is better to abide in faith: for in an instant we will be changed. But not now, not quite now.