"He has stood beside me, often and often, inspiring me with beautiful ideas, though I never guessed it, never suspected it for a single moment.

And now he has shown himself to me at last.

The fountain is haunted, haunted by the beautiful earth-spirit that has been my guide, that I've dreamt of all my life without ever having seen him.

It's a sacred fountain now--like the fountains of old Hellas, sacred with the hauntings of the gods.
And he actually drank of the water--or was going to, if I hadn't frightened him away.

Perhaps he's still here, although I can't see him any more.