Go FORTH, oh friend! go forth across the sea
To hear the music of the master hand,—
The music that shall sound in every land
The mightiest paean of the century.
And when by Wagner's grave you chance to be,
Put there for me, and for the wondering band
Of loitering pilgrims who entrancèd stand,
A lusty branch of some wild flowering tree.
No simple garden flower to him be brought
Who walked with Gods in wonder and in light,
And matched with majesty of human thought
A music wrought of mortal love and might,—
Who of the singing spheres an echo caught
To teach the lesson of eternal right.
— "Bayreuth, 1891," signed "A. E. P.," The Critic
Alas, there's a lot more of this kind of thing out there.
