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.

Note: "In his memoir, My Brother's Keeper, Stanislaus Joyce[James Joyce's younger brother] recalls that this poem was originally entitled 'Commonplace' and that it was part of either Moods or Shine and Dark." (Fargnoli and Gillespie)

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