Men who work by lamplight honeycomb
The ragged peaks to win the gold for Rome.
Grim galleries, through stone, they chip and drill;
Then these, with waters from the heights they fill,
Until the pressure bursts the mount’s entrails,
As industry and nature’s law prevails,
And rock, and too, the gold held at its core,
Descend upon the valley with a roar.
Pliny saw and he described this wonder:
How mountains could by men be split asunder.