James Joyce

Here you will find the Poem The Twilight Turns of poet James Joyce

The Twilight Turns

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.