They by the path their forward steps pursued, And climbed a hill, whose fronting summit frowned Steep o'er the town.

Amazed, AEneas viewed Tall structures rise, where whilom huts were found, The streets, the gates, the bustle and the sound.
Hotly the Tyrians are at work.

These draw The bastions' lines, roll stones and trench the ground; Or build the citadel; those clothe with awe The Senate; there they choose the judges for the law.
LVII.

These delve the port; the broad foundations there They lay for theatres of ample space, And columns, hewn from marble rocks, prepare, Tall ornaments, the future stage to grace.
As bees in early summer swarm apace Through flowery fields, when forth from dale and dell They lead the full-grown offspring of the race, Or with the liquid honey store each cell, And make the teeming hive with nectarous sweets to swell.
LVIII.

These ease the comers of their loads, those drive The drones afar.