Agamemnon: III. Soon We Shall Know (Clytemnestra)

Soon shall we know if the light-bearing lamps

And the bright signals of the fiery changes

Spake true or, dream-like, have deceived our sense

With smiling semblance. For, behold, where comes,

Beneath the outspread olive’s branchy shade,

A herald from the beach; and thirsty dust attests his speed.

Not voiceless he, nor with the smoking flame

Of mountain pine will bring uncertain news.