waiting

all day, where the sunlight played on the sea-shore, Life sat.

all day, the soft wind played with her hair, and the young, young face looked out across the water. she was waiting - she was waiting; but she could not tell for what.

all day, the waves ran up and up on the sand, and ran back again, and the pink shells rolled. Life sat waiting; all day, with the sunlight in her eyes, she sat there, till, grown weary, she laid her head upon her knee and fell asleep, waiting still.

then a keel grated on the sand, and then a step was on the shore - Life awoke and heard it. a hand was laid upon her, and a great shudder passed through her. she looked up, and saw over her the strange, wide eyes of Love - and Life now knew for whom she had sat there waiting.