The twilight turns from amethyst <br />To deep and deeper blue, <br />The lamp fills with a pale green glow <br />The trees of the avenue. <br /> <br />The old piano plays an air, <br />Sedate and slow and gay; <br />She bends upon the yellow keys, <br />Her head inclines this way. <br /> <br />Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands <br />That wander as they list -- - <br />The twilight turns to darker blue <br />With lights of amethyst.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-twilight-turns/
