How delicious is the first breath of the spring! The almond trees are pink in the Campagna.

The snow on the Sabine peaks is going.

The Piazza di Spagna is heaped with flowers--anemones and narcissus and roses.
And for the first time in my life I too feel the "Sehnsucht"-- the longing of the spring! At twenty-nine!' 'March 24, Easter week.

I went to a wedding at the English church to-day.
Some barrier seems to have fallen between me and life.

The bride--a dear girl who has often been my little companion this winter--kissed me as she was going up to take off her dress.