insequitur nimbus peditum clipeataque totis agmina densentur campis, Argivaque pubes Auruncaeque manus, Rutuli veteresque Sicani, et Sacranae acies et picti scuta Labici; qui saltus, Tiberine, tuos sacrumque Numici litus arant Rutulosque exercent vomere collis Circaeumque iugum, quis Iuppiter Anxurus arvis praesidet et viridi gaudens Feronia luco; qua Saturae iacet atra palus gelidusque per imas quaerit iter vallis atque in mare conditur Ufens.
Behind him comes a cloud of infantry, and shielded columns throng all the plain, Argive manhood and Auruncan troops, Rutulians and old Sicanians, the Sacranian lines and Labicians with painted bucklers; those who till your glades, Tiber, and Numicius sacred shore, whose ploughshare moves the Rutulian hills and Circes ridge;     over whose fields Jupiter of Anxur reigns, and Feronia rejoicing in her greenwood; where Saturas black marsh lies, and cold Ufens winds his way through the valley depths and sinks into the sea.