Of this same mother Night — the dawn, I tell thee. CHOROS. And who of messengers could reach this swiftness?
 KLUTAIMNESTRA. Hephaistos — sending a bright blaze from Ide. Beacon did beacon send, from fire the poster, Hitherward: Ide to the rock Hermaian Of Lemnos : and a third great torch o’ the island Zeus’ seat received in turn, the Athoan summit. And, — so upsoaring as to stride sea over, The strong lamp-voyager, and all for joyance — Did the gold-glorious splendour, any sun like, Pass on — the pine-tree — to Makistos’ watch-place; Who did not, — tardy, — caught, no wits about him, By sleep, — decline his portion of the missive. And far the beacon’s light, on stream Euripos Arriving, made aware Messapios’ warders, And up they lit in turn, played herald onwards, Kindling with flame a heap of grey old heather. And, strengthening still, the lamp, decaying nowise, Springing o’er Plain Asopos, — full-moon-fashion Effulgent, — toward the crag of Mount Kithairon, Roused a new rendering-up of fire the escort — And light, far escort, lacked no recognition O’ the guard — as burning more than burnings told you. And over Lake Gorgopis light went leaping, And, at Mount Aigiplanktos safe arriving, Enforced the law — to never stint the fire-stuff. And they send, lighting up with ungrudged vigour, Of flame a huge beard, ay, the very foreland So as to strike above, in burning onward, The look-out which commands the Strait Saronic.