midnight
With seven , ambers and misty wraps are charged in pastel tones celebrating the arrival of eight . At nine , all pretense is dropped that its still daylight and colours lie bludgeoned -- extinguished in the dark . Ten through near dawn is blissful and quiet , no confusing escapades of shifting light . Only the hour before dawn promises a summer respite any different than the cue sung at midnight . The absence of colour and light diminish confusion over the sun 's relative positioning . One need experience no mood fluctuations over birth or hasty departure of the day . In the broad smile of no light , the frock of virginal black remains securely intact .