*UPDATE: by this evening, a friend directed me to the answer to my question as author and title. Please read "Watching A Sea Story."
She stood alone on the wild sea shore
Her Lover far away.
Yet she watched and waited for his return
Patiently day by day.
O'er brow so fair
Her soft dark hair
Was tossed by the wind so wild
And, her eyes so blue
Scanned the Ocean's blue
The year passed by, her soft dark eye
Grew dim with watching long.
Yet her heart's pure will was constant still,
And her maiden love as strong.
But she faded fast, and she died at last,
Her watching all in vain.
From the distant strand of a foreign land
Her lover never came again.