...cuz I won't tell you IF you ask directly, my mind goes blank. You hafta come at it sideways.
Quoth I, "while golden hours--" to find in pale Excuse what?! Milton's sonnet answring thence: "...lead on propitious May--" as blue skies hencxe Yield not sae much kind warmth as on that scale Urge 'non the soul to think of April's trail Of violets through the budding woods leaves fence With softest whispers, wherefore do I sense Lo, summer ere that Febry's old, t'avail? Yea further, why does my heart tremble fer Favon'ous' merry hours' return as blue Skies set that thought on fire as if it were But weeks away? I struggle now as't woo, 'Gain yearning to stroll through the pines in tour And listen to their voices like t'would do.
*L3--see Milton's Sonnet to the Nightingale: "....while JOLLY hours lead on--"