elvenkind hangs in my
wardrobe behind
All those things that
mother said were proper
for a boy
And I know I could not
say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books on magic
spells stacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on
magic spells so elegantly
bound
And I know I could not
say why
On this summer evening
And I know
something...something
about you
And I know
something...something
about you

A cloaking robe of
elvenkind hangs in my
wardrobe behind
All those things that
mother said were proper
for a boy