Someday

Someday I will visit the British Isles for many months and years. That is where my daydreaming takes me...to green hills and jagged coastlines, to places where my ancestors lived, to a place where my studies of Medieval British Literature and poetry will drench my soul. Here's a little somethin'-somethin' from James Joyce, the famous Irish poet.

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 burns to darker blue

With lights of amethyst.