midnight
The bird 's song did not allow her . She rose , leaned upon her elbows and continued to listen . And there came back to her mind that old gypsy woman 's enchantment , -- the enchantment of love . `` At midnight -- the nightingale ... barefooted -- ... plant it in a flower-pot ... before it droops , thy lover will return , and will never leave thee . '' Ah ! who would walk in the open at night ? The nightingale continued : `` Go out bare-footed and tear down the branch . ''