midnight
His hour had passed . Hazel stood in the window reading the charm . ` On Midsummer Eve , when it wants a little of midnight , spread your smock where the bracken grows . For this is the night of the flowering of the brake , that beareth a blue flower on the stroke of midnight . But it is withered afore morning . Come you again about the time of the first bird-call . If aught is in the smock , take it ; it is the dust of the flower .