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.'