That night an eagle swooped down from the skies onto
Sophocles' house
And the garden suddenly rocked with a cry of cicadas.
Already the genius strode towards his immortality,
skirting the enemy camp at the walls of his native city.
Then it was that the king had a strange dream:
Great Dionysus ordered him to lift the siege,
so as not to dishonor the service for the dead
And to grant the Athenians the solace of his fame.