Aeneid lines 1.411-45

But Venus encloses those proceeding with a dark mist, and the goddess surrounds (them) with a great wrap of cloud, lest any can see or touch them or effect delay or demand the reasons of their coming. She herself goes to Paphos and happily revisits her own seats, where she has a temple, and a hundred altars burn with Sabaean incense and are fragrant with fresh garlands.

Meanwhile they seized a way by which a path shows (itself). And now were climbing the hill, which hangs large over the city and faces the opposite heights from above. Aeneas wonders at the mass, once huts, he wonders at the gates and noise and pavements of the streets. The eager Tyrians press on: part lead the walls and make the citadel and roll stones up with their hands, part choose the spot for a house and enclose (it) with a trench; the choose laws and magistrates and a holy senate. Here some excavate ports; here others place the foundations for theaters and they cut huge columns from cliffs, lofty ornaments fro future backgrounds. As work exercises bees in early summer through flowery country districts under the sun, when they lead out the adult offspring of the race, or when the stuff liquid honeys and stretch the cells with sweet nectar, or they receive the burdens of those coming, or, the column having been formed, they keep off the drones, lazy herd, from the hives; the labor teems and the sweet-smelling honeys are fragrant. “O blessed ones, whose walls already rise!” Aeneas says and looks up at the summits of the city. Enclosed by a cloud he bears himself through the middle of the men and mixes with men and is not perceived by anyone. There was a grove in the middle of the city, most productive of shade, in which spot the Poeni, tossed by the waves and whirlwind, first excavated a token which royal Juno had shown, the head of a spirited horse; for thus the race would be outstanding in war and easy in victory through the ages.