The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.
Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander as they list -- -
The twilight turns to darker blue
With lights of amethyst.
The Twilight Turns
James Joyce
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Poem topics: green, head, deep, wide, lamp, grave, yellow, slow, thought, blue, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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