Chamber Music by James Joyce

Chamber Music — II

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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