Chamber Music II

James Joyce

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 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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Source:http://www.lit.kobe-u.ac.jp/~hishika/chamberm2.htm
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