The Twilight Turns From Amethyst

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.