*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.
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