That time sheds secret seeds; and they prepare

Untold-of rites, predictive of their fate:

Virgins in silent expectation watch

Exact at twelve’s propitious hour, to view

The future lover o’er the threshold pass;

Th’ inviting door wide spread, and every charm

Performed, while fond hope flutters in the breast,

And credulous fancy, painting his known form,

Kindles concordant to their ardent wish.”—Bidlake.

Flowers of the Saints.