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.