Corripuere viam interea, qua semita monstrat.
Iamque ascendebant collem, qui plurimus urbi
imminet, adversasque adspectat desuper arces.
Miratur molem Aeneas, magalia quondam,
miratur portas strepitumque et strata viarum.
Instant ardentes Tyrii: pars ducere muros,
molirique arcem et manibus subvolvere saxa,
pars optare locum tecto et concludere sulco;
jura magistratusque legunt sanctumque senatum.
hic portus alii effodiunt; hic alta theatris
fundamenta locant alii, immanisque columnas
rupibus excidunt, scaenis decora alta futuris.
Qualis apes aestate nova per florea rura
exercet sub sole labor, cum gentis adultos
educunt fetus, aut cum liquentia mella
stipant et dulci distendunt nectare cellas,
aut onera accipiunt venientum, aut agmine facto
ignavom fucos pecus a praesepibus arcent;
fervet opus, redolentque thymo fragrantia mella.
'O fortunati, quorum iam moenia surgunt!'
Aeneas ait, et fastigia suspicit urbis.
Infert se saeptus nebula, mirabile dictu,
per medios, miscetque viris, neque cernitur ulli.

Meanwhile they hastened on the way, where the path shows.

And now they were ascending a hill, which most overhangs

the city and looks at from above the opposite citadels.

Aeneas wonders at the mass, formerly huts; 

he admires the gates and noise and the pavements of the streets.

Burning Tyrians press on: some to extend the walls

and to make the citadel and to roll up rocks with [their] hands,

some to choose a location for a home and to inclose [it] with a trench;

they choose laws and magistrates and the sacred senate.

Here some dig out harbors; here others establish deep

foundations for theaters, and they cut out huge columns

from rocks, lofty decorations for future stages. 

Such as work busies bees in the new summer through flowery countryside

under the sun, when they lead forth grown offspring of the race,

or when they stow liquid honey

and stretch cells with sweet nectar,

or they receive loads of [those] coming, or, with a line h/b made,

they drive drones, a lazy swarm, from the hives;

work boils, and fragrant honey smells of thyme.

“Oh fortunate ones, whose walls now rise!”

Aeneas speaks and looks at the tops of the city.

He bears himself, h/b inclosed in a cloud (marvelous to say), 

through the midst, and mingles with the men and is not seen by anyone.

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