Once you get there, you'll have some looking to do won't you? Check the hours first; you don't want to drive out there for nothing.
To begin, read the poem below. Hidden in the story are the titles to four rather obscure books, hidden inside those books are the coordinates you'll need.
You'll find the latitude inside either of the nonfiction and the longitude inside either of the fiction books. Two of each are provided for redundancy purposes.
There are, however, four different clues; each note will have a different one. Find all four books if you want all four clues, but two are entirely sufficient. Copy the information and return the notes to the books.
Please make sure you replace the books in the correct location on the shelves.
If in doubt, leave it on a cart and a library employee will put it away for you.
Walk or drive to the cache coordinates. Above all, be discreet!
Monday thru Wednesday: 10am to 9pm
Thurs and Friday: 10am to 6pm
Saturday: 10am to 5pm
Walking along the ancient road, he listens for her voice sweet and recalls her face so fair
I hear them again my darling, the wedding bells in the mystic church now bring despair
Love once thought invincible, strong, and hearty, is by all means intangible and fleeting
There's something in the head and something in the blood, but for them there is no meeting
Crouching in the lamenting soul is a lion; the wounded lion knows no comfort of friends
The sins of the lion, the blessings of the lioness, are all abandoned now to make amends
On and on he goes, down through the lanes of disenchantment and future seemingly bleak
Out the north gate, past the pylons, and over the swaying wheat fields growing weak
Remember the Irish cottages built on stone, remember, my love, the angry winter's frost?
In the distance finally are the familiar silhouettes, the cold markers of loved ones lost
The way is treacherous and the shadows oppressive, traveling by the obscured moon’s light
Wipe away a tear in the darkness of the soul, to sweet April’s grave and call in the night