CANCELLED FRAGMENTS OF JULIAN AND MADDALO.

‘ What think you the dead are?’‘ Why, dust and clay,

What should they be?’‘'Tis the last hour of day.

Look on the west, how beautiful it is

Vaulted with radiant vapours! The deep bliss

Of that unutterable light has made

The edges of that cloud... fade

Into a hue, like some harmonious thought,

Wasting itself on that which it had wrought,

Till it dies... and... between

The light hues of the tender, pure, serene,

And infinite tranquillity of heaven.

Ay, beautiful! but when not...’

‘ Perhaps the only comfort which remains

Is the unheeded clanking of my chains,

The which I make, and call it melody.’