From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: As you walk along minding your own business, a red box lands beside you. Looking up, you see a red shirted girl barely covering a yawn as she runs along the bridge you happened to be next to, her black and gold hair looking somewhat messy as if she had just woken up and hadn't spent much time brushing it. She's gone within moments, and you know if you try to look for her she'll be long gone. You examine the box and notice a note tucked under the white ribbon:
Greetings... I have decided to try something new with my poems... The poem below is part four of five... See if you can find the others as I have sent them to others...
Deep in the heart of savage Winter lies,
Untracked and fair, a realm of halcyon dreams.
Limpid and free run on the talking streams;
With bloomy drift the stooping tree replies.
Oft times a wood-sprite in a thrush's guise
Eludes all search, though near its rapture seems;
And morning meadows, where the dew yet gleams,
Look heavenward, vivid with a thousand eyes.
Last night Sleep bore me to this charm-wrapt place,
Where thou (supreme in joy and peace always)
Wast gathering cool white florets born of May.
Of these one dazzled with so strange a grace
That I besought thee tell its name and race.
Thou smiling saidst, &It is the Eye of Day.&
-Bittersweet Anon
P.S. Best of luck...
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