And the Messapian station hailed the torch
Far-beaming o’er the floods of the Eurípus.
There the grey heath lit the responsive fire,
Speeding the portioned message; waxing strong,
And nothing dulled across Asopus’ plain
The flame swift darted like the twinkling moon,
And on Cithæron’s rocky heights awaked
A new receiver of the wandering light.
The far-sent ray, by the faithful watch not spurned,
With bright addition journeying, bounded o’er