The Sea-Breeze At Matanzas

AFTER a night of languor without rest,-- Striving to sleep, yet wishing morn might come, By the pent, scorching atmosphere oppressed, Impatient of the vile mosquito's hum,-- With what reviving freshness from the sea, Its airy plumage glittering with the spray, Comes the strong day-breeze, rushing joyously Into the bright arms of the encircling bay! It tempers the keen ardor of the sun; The drooping frame with life renewed it fills; It lashes the green waters as they run; It sways the graceful palm-tree on the hills; It breathes of ocean solitudes, and caves, Luminous, vast and cool, far down beneath the waves.