midnight
The moon was now rising out of the sea . She watched its gradual progress , the extending line of radiance it threw upon the waters , the sparkling oars , the sail faintly silvered , and the wood-tops and the battlements of the watch-tower , at whose foot she was sitting , just tinted with the rays . Emily 's spirits were in harmony with this scene . As she sat meditating , sounds stole by her on the air , which she immediately knew to be the music and the voice she had formerly heard at midnight , and the emotion of awe , which she felt , was not unmixed with terror , when she considered her remote and lonely situation . The sounds drew nearer . She would have risen to leave the place , but they seemed to come from the way she must have taken towards the château , and she awaited the event in trembling expectation . The sounds continued to approach , for some time , and then ceased .