Assembly of the Achaians -

ii.87

Even as when you behold hot swarms of the tribes of the wild bees
Burst from their nest in a hollow rock incessantly outward;
These fly forth o'er the meads & in clusters fall on the Spring-flowers;
Lo, & the hosts of them fly this way; & they fly away yonder;
So those numerous tribes of the people from ships & from shelters,
Fronting the deep strand, marched in their companies orderly forth right
Up to the place of assembly; glittering Fame, too, among them,
Messenger of the God, urged them on; so together they gathered.
Tumult reigned in the place when the hosts took seats, & the earth groaned
Under them, loud was the uproar; then did the cry of heralds
Strive with shrill shouting to tone them to silence, if that their clamour
Could be held in, & the people hearken their kings who were God-reared.
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