The twilight turns from amethyst[]
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Mauve Evening, Queen Street West, by E. Jane Hunter, 2012. Courtesy Twilight in the City.
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.
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The twilight turns from amethyst by James Joyce
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This poem is in the public domain