Helen in Egypt, by H.D. (Book 5:8)

...we are children of Zeus;
I must wait, I must wonder again
at the fate that has brought me here;

surely, she must forget,
she must forget the past,
and I must forget Achilles....

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... but never the ember
born of his strange attack,
never his anger,

never the fire,
never the brazier,
never the Star in the night.

So many things, however, are a genuine heartbalm like the prickles of the Pleides rising on the night. Piers tells me that the local patois image for stars in their first state (like an etching) is "flour sprinklings". (211, Monsieur, L. Durrell)

You are what your deep, driving desire is.
As your desire is, so is your will.
As your will is, so is your deed.
As your deed is, so is your destiny.

(Brihadaranyaka iv.4.5)