summer afternoon and beautiful words

Henry James once said:
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

And I mean him no disrespect, this man who wrote Portrait of a Lady and taught me the word dilettante—

{Sidenote on that: I have yet to use the word dilettante in normal conversation. Please, someone, give me reason to use this word. Although I guess I'm asking you to be pretentious, to put on airs, to make me want to flash my eyes in exasperation at how impressed you are with yourself, just so I can fulfill a long-held desire to say, "You are such a dilettante."

Maybe you don't want to go along with my plan at this point, although aha! When I was writing that bit about flashing eyes, I realized that I do know someone who could be described as a dilettante. My eyes flash around him more than usual—perhaps that's my dilettante sign—and I've also been sorely tempted to bring him down a few notches every time I've talked to him. A dilettante in my midst: how exciting!}

So no disrespect to Henry James, but I disagree with his love of the summer afternoon.

To me, there are so many more beautiful times of the year, let alone beautiful words in the English language.

For example:

• dilettante: Try it. It rolls off the tongue. It'll make you wish you had one around, just so that you could use the word.
• twilight
• violet
• yes
• ephemeral
• plethora
• delightful
• glade
• lagoon

And that's just off the top of my head.

So much beauty in language: what would you suggest to Mr. Henry James as the two most beautiful words in the English language?