THE TWILIGHT TURNS FROM AMETHYST
by: James Joyce (1882-1941)
 HE twilight
turns from amethyst
- To deep and deeper blue,
- The lamp fills with a pale green glow
- The trees of the avenue.
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- The old piano plays an air,
- Sedate and slow and gay;
- She bends upon the yellow keys,
- Her head inclines this way.
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- Shy thoughts and grave wide eyes and hands
- That wander as they list--
- The twilight turns to darker blue
- With lights of amethyst.
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'The twilight turns from amethyst'
is reprinted from Chamber Music. James Joyce. London:
Elkin Mathews, 1907. |
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