ten o'clock
When the first rays of sunlight showed him the reflection of his careworn face in the plate-glass mirrored ceiling , he rose and , with an impulse of despair , flung open the casements . There before his blood-shot eyes lay the pure , still , new-born , radiant June morning . With a cry of inspiration the great man leaned out of the casement and rapidly caught the details of his new conception . Before ten o'clock he was again at his bureau in Paris . An imperious order brought to his private room every silk , satin , and gauze within the range of pale pink , pale crocus , pale green , silver and azure . Then came chromatic scales of colour ; combinations meant to vulgarise the rainbow ; sinfonies and fugues ; the twittering of birds and the great peace of dewy nature ; maidenhood in her awakening innocence ; `` The Dawn in June . '' The Master rested content .