By sleep, — decline his portion of the missive.And far the beacon’s light, on stream EuriposArriving, 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-fashionEffulgent, — toward the crag of Mount Kithairon,Roused a new rendering-up of fire the escort —And light, far escort, lacked no recognitionO’ 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