midnight
And then , all at once , I stopped short : for I looked and saw her , a little way off , under a great _ nyagrodha _ tree , sitting crossways in a low swing -LSB- 25 -RSB- that hung down from a long bough , holding one of its ropes in her left hand that was stretched as high as it could go , and leaning back against the other with her head cushioned in her bent right arm . And she had her left foot tucked beneath her , so that her left knee stood up in the swing , while her right leg was stretched out below , so that its foot just reached the ground , to allow her to swing very gently , whenever her toes touched the earth . And the lovely line of her great right hip seemed to cry for admiration , running down in a single unbroken curve from her waist into the ground , balanced as it were above by the slender beauty of her left arm rising from the mound of her left breast . And the rising moon which she was watching touched her with a faint lustre , lighting up like a lamp the great gem in her hair , and making the champak blossom that floated in the hollow of her bosom 's wave glimmer like the foam on a midnight sea . And after a while , I began to steal towards her on tiptoe , fearing to disturb her , lest the lovely picture should be spoiled , yet yearning to be with her with the whole strength of my soul . But all at once , she heard me coming , and looked round and saw me . And instantly she left her swing , and came towards me , walking quickly with undulating steps , as upright as a pillar of her own tree .