Dancing Bacchante with an Infant Faun sculpture by Frederick William MacMonnies (at the Boston Public Library courtyard)
"So, little sprite, come dance with me!
The sun is up, the wind is free!
Come now and trip it,
Romp and skip it,
Earth is young and so are we.
Sprite, you and I will dance together
On the heather,
Glad with all the procreant earth,
With all the fruitage of the trees,
And golden pollen on the breeze,
With plants that bring the grain to birth,
With beast and bird,
Feathered and furred,
With youth and hope and life and love,
And joy thereof—
While we are part of all, we two—
For my glad burgeoning in you!"
- from the 5th stanza of "The Bacchante to Her Babe" (written 1917 by Eunice Tietjens)
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