Flowing Fountain of those Healing Waters.
He knew your need; he spoke no unnecessary word;
he quickly set his place in order, and was ready
to go with you—anywhere.
There had been, on your arrival, a clamor to have
you Read that afternoon—but the Wizard
quietly slipped you away.
Out into the Open you drove, in an old Barouche,
behind a Pair of Good Horses.
It was a long Drive; it was a beautiful Drive.