Lodore by Mary Shelley

She to a window came, that opened west. Towards which coast her love his way addrest. There looking forth, she in her heart did find Many vain fancies working her unrest, And sent her winged thoughts more swift than wind To bear unto her love the message of her mind. --The Faerie Queen.

Ethel, happy in her seclusion, was wholly unaware of her mother's interference and its effects. She had not the remotest suspicion that it would be considered as conducive to her welfare to banish the only friend that she had in the world. In her solitary position, life was a blank without Edward; and while she congratulated herself on her good fortune in the concurrence of circumstances that had brought them together, and, as she believed, established her happiness on the dearest and most secure foundations, she was far from imagining that he was perpetually revolving the necessity of bidding her adieu for ever. If she had been told two years before, that all intercourse between her and her father were to cease, it would scarcely have seemed more unnatural or impossible, than that such a decree should be issued to divide her from one to whom her young heart was entirely given. She relied on him as the support of her life--her guide and protector--she loved him as the giver of good to her--she almost worshipped him for the many virtues, which he either really possessed, or with which her fondness bounteously gifted him.