Sometime you will hear this music, and you will think of beautiful water-maidens, singing and dancing in the sunshine. You will think of great giants walking over mountains. You will think of the little black dwarfs under the river, and you will hear them hammering, hammering upon their anvils.
Great Wotan looked upon his work. Then he turned and called to all the mountains and the valleys below:-- "Whoso dareth Wotan's spear, Whoso knoweth naught of fear, Let him burst these flames of war, Let him leap this fiery bar!"
