🐦 Edgar Allan Poe 🐦 Mystery Cache

*The reference coordinates are not to be used as the cache is NOT hidden there*

Yet if hope has flown away
In that sweet day
Resignedly beneath the sky
Reposed upon the wreck of a small table
Ah, broken is the golden bowl!
I had thrown a quick glance around
I reflected, that a mere different arrangement
To prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street
He met a pilgrim shadow
Shadow and sunlight are the same
I must not dim my eye
From the lightning in the sky
With the dew and damp of meadows
It hangs upon the trees a mystery of mysteries!
The fifth with white -- the sixth with violet