THE SEPULCHER OF MACHU PICHU.PART 6

to the master maximus servile'a celibate ransacking the fishing nets carted crabs and gredients for fricassee.'i know not censure and peripathetic sentinel of a squadron like yours and how not like a jade they stood who wear their ears and eyes in their cloths,for where the eyes see and they ears hear they blur not empiricism.O that inward beauty is the invisible beauty the imponderable charm.Let them bind thee and heed thy macpelahs.'Then he kisses her cheers at the coast where weak celibates lay for merrymaking,with brow brash too clouded for her crystal tears to give light,where crimson liveries barely wears wear and tear.'pure lips in sweet memory,sweet memory in sweet heart dying days unclothed.A thousand stealthy secrets,a conscience unfolds for a nation's salvation.Fair queen friend of the lilies.''look before the sunrise,encroaching marauders,did they not the nethers their bait set and bait hungry fellows churlish swine to goof?'Hit his brawny esteem wondrous dreads rot away fallen macpelahs.And