By the Way: Travel Letters Written During Several Journeys Abroad

by Agness Greene Foster

Thou art thine own interpreter.

I dream and wake and find no words for her—

For Italy's soft-storied charms

I throw the English words away.

Her gondolas drip through the night—

I stretch my arms toward Napoli,

And "Monte Bella" softly say.

Harriet Axtell Johnstone.

SORRENTO:

How splendid it seems to be free again! And yet I do believe it does one good—having been out of the habit of studying—to take a few months every year or so and to give close application to some subject.