Julian And Maddalo. A Conversation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I rode one evening with Count MaddaloA
Upon the bank of land which breaks the flowA
Of Adria towards Venice a bare strandB
Of hillocks heaped from ever shifting sandB
Matted with thistles and amphibious weedsC
Such as from earth's embrace the salt ooze breedsC
Is this an uninhabited sea sideD
Which the lone fisher when his nets are driedD
Abandons and no other object breaksE
The waste but one dwarf tree and some few stakesE
Broken and unrepaired and the tide makesE
A narrow space of level sand thereonF
Where 'twas our wont to ride while day went downG
This ride was my delight I love all wasteH
And solitary places where we tasteH
The pleasure of believing what we seeI
Is boundless as we wish our souls to beI
And such was this wide ocean and this shoreJ
More barren than its billows and yet moreJ
Than all with a remembered friend I loveK
To ride as then I rode for the winds droveL
The living spray along the sunny airM
Into our faces the blue heavens were bareM
Stripped to their depths by the awakening northN
And from the waves sound like delight broke forthN
Harmonising with solitude and sentO
Into our hearts aereal merrimentO
So as we rode we talked and the swift thoughtO
Winging itself with laughter lingered notO
But flew from brain to brain such glee was oursP
Charged with light memories of remembered hoursP
None slow enough for sadness till we cameQ
Homeward which always makes the spirit tameQ
This day had been cheerful but cold and nowR
The sun was sinking and the wind alsoA
Our talk grew somewhat serious as may beI
Talk interrupted with such railleryM
As mocks itself because it cannot scornS
The thoughts it would extinguish 'twas forlornS
Yet pleasing such as once so poets tellA
The devils held within the dales of HellA
Concerning God freewill and destinyI
Of all that earth has been or yet may beI
All that vain men imagine or believeT
Or hope can paint or suffering may achieveT
We descanted and I for ever stillA
Is it not wise to make the best of illA
Argued against despondency but prideO
Made my companion take the darker sideO
The sense that he was greater than his kindO
Had struck methinks his eagle spirit blindO
By gazing on its own exceeding lightO
Meanwhile the sun paused ere it should alightO
Over the horizon of the mountains OhA
How beautiful is sunset when the glowA
Of Heaven descends upon a land like theeI
Thou Paradise of exiles ItalyI
Thy mountains seas and vineyards and the towersP
Of cities they encircle it was oursP
To stand on thee beholding it and thenU
Just where we had dismounted the Count's menU
Were waiting for us with the gondolaA
As those who pause on some delightful wayV
Though bent on pleasant pilgrimage we stoodO
Looking upon the evening and the floodO
Which lay between the city and the shoreM
Paved with the image of the sky the hoarM
And aery Alps towards the North appearedO
Through mist an heaven sustaining bulwark rearedO
Between the East and West and half the skyW
Was roofed with clouds of rich emblazonryM
Dark purple at the zenith which still grewM
Down the steep West into a wondrous hueM
Brighter than burning gold even to the rentO
Where the swift sun yet paused in his descentO
Among the many folded hills they wereM
Those famous Euganean hills which bearM
As seen from Lido thro' the harbour pilesX
The likeness of a clump of peaked islesX
And then as if the Earth and Sea had beenY
Dissolved into one lake of fire were seenZ
Those mountains towering as from waves of flameQ
Around the vaporous sun from which there cameQ
The inmost purple spirit of light and madeO
Their very peaks transparent 'Ere it fade 'A2
Said my companion 'I will show you soonB2
A better station' so o'er the laguneB2
We glided and from that funereal barkC2
I leaned and saw the city and could markC2
How from their many isles in evening's gleamD2
Its temples and its palaces did seemD2
Like fabrics of enchantment piled to HeavenB2
I was about to speak when 'We are evenB2
Now at the point I meant ' said MaddaloA
And bade the gondolieri cease to rowM
'Look Julian on the west and listen wellA
If you hear not a deep and heavy bell 'A2
I looked and saw between us and the sunB2
A building on an island such a oneB2
As age to age might add for uses vileA
A windowless deformed and dreary pileA
And on the top an open tower where hungE2
A bell which in the radiance swayed and swungE2
We could just hear its hoarse and iron tongueE2
The broad sun sunk behind it and it tolledO
In strong and black relief 'What we beholdO
Shall be the madhouse and its belfry tower 'A2
Said Maddalo 'and ever at this hourM
Those who may cross the water hear that bellA
Which calls the maniacs each one from his cellA
To vespers ' 'As much skill as need to prayM
In thanks or hope for their dark lot have theyM
To their stern maker ' I replied 'O hoM
You talk as in years past ' said MaddaloA
''Tis strange men change not You were ever stillA
Among Christ's flock a perilous infidelA
A wolf for the meek lambs if you can't swimF2
Beware of Providence ' I looked on himF2
But the gay smile had faded in his eyeW
'And such ' he cried 'is our mortalityI
And this must be the emblem and the signB2
Of what should be eternal and divineB2
And like that black and dreary bell the soulA
Hung in a heaven illumined tower must tollA
Our thoughts and our desires to meet belowA
Round the rent heart and pray as madmen doM
For what they know not till the night of deathG2
As sunset that strange vision severethG2
Our memory from itself and us from allA
We sought and yet were baffled ' I recallA
The sense of what he said although I marM
The force of his expressions The broad starM
Of day meanwhile had sunk behind the hillA
And the black bell became invisibleA
And the red tower looked gray and all betweenB2
The churches ships and palaces were seenB2
Huddled in gloom into the purple seaI
The orange hues of heaven sunk silentlyI
We hardly spoke and soon the gondolaA
Conveyed me to my lodging by the wayM
The following morn was rainy cold and dimF2
Ere Maddalo arose I called on himF2
And whilst I waited with his child I playedO
A lovelier toy sweet Nature never madeO
A serious subtle wild yet gentle beingH2
Graceful without design and unforeseeingH2
With eyes Oh speak not of her eyes which seemD2
Twin mirrors of Italian Heaven yet gleamD2
With such deep meaning as we never seeI
But in the human countenance with meI
She was a special favourite I had nursedO
Her fine and feeble limbs when she came firstO
To this bleak world and she yet seemed to knowA
On second sight her ancient playfellowA
Less changed than she was by six months or soA
For after her first shyness was worn outO
We sate there rolling billiard balls aboutO
When the Count entered Salutations pastO
'The word you spoke last night might well have castO
A darkness on my spirit if man beI
The passive thing you say I should not seeI
Much harm in the religions and old sawsI2
Tho' I may never own such leaden lawsI2
Which break a teachless nature to the yokeH2
Mine is another faith ' thus much I spokeH2
And noting he replied not added 'SeeI2
This lovely child blithe innocent and freeI
She spends a happy time with little careM
While we to such sick thoughts subjected areM
As came on you last night It is our willA
That thus enchains us to permitted illA
We might be otherwise we might be allA
We dream of happy high majesticalA
Where is the love beauty and truth we seekH2
But in our mind and if we were not weakH2
Should we be less in deed than in desire 'A2
'Ay if we were not weak and we aspireM
How vainly to be strong ' said MaddaloA
'You talk Utopia ' 'It remains to know 'A2
I then rejoined 'and those who try may findO
How strong the chains are which our spirit bindO
Brittle perchance as straw We are assuredO
Much may be conquered much may be enduredO
Of what degrades and crushes us We knowA
That we have power over ourselves to doM
And suffer what we know not till we tryW
But something nobler than to live and dieW
So taught those kings of old philosophyI
Who reigned before Religion made men blindO
And those who suffer with their suffering kindO
Yet feel their faith religion ' 'My dear friend 'A2
Said Maddalo 'my judgement will not bendO
To your opinion though I think you mightO
Make such a system refutation tightO
As far as words go I knew one like youM
Who to this city came some months agoA
With whom I argued in this sort and heI
Is now gone mad and so he answered meI
Poor fellow but if you would like to goA
We'll visit him and his wild talk will showA
How vain are such aspiring theories 'A2
'I hope to prove the induction otherwiseI2
And that a want of that true theory stillA
Which seeks a soul of goodness in things illA
Or in himself or others has thus bowedO
His being there are some by nature proudO
Who patient in all else demand but thisI2
To love and be beloved with gentlenessI2
And being scorned what wonder if they dieW
Some living death this is not destinyI
But man's own wilful ill 'A2
As thus I spokeH2
Servants announced the gondola and weI
Through the fast falling rain and high wrought seaI
Sailed to the island where the madhouse standsI2
We disembarked The clap of tortured handsI2
Fierce yells and howlings and lamentings keenB2
And laughter where complaint had merrier beenB2
Moans shrieks and curses and blaspheming prayersI2
Accosted us We climbed the oozy stairsI2
Into an old courtyard I heard on highW
Then fragments of most touching melodyI
But looking up saw not the singer thereM
Through the black bars in the tempestuous airM
I saw like weeds on a wrecked palace growingH2
Long tangled locks flung wildly forth and flowingH2
Of those who on a sudden were beguiledO
Into strange silence and looked forth and smiledO
Hearing sweet sounds Then I 'Methinks there wereM
A cure of these with patience and kind careM
If music can thus move but what is heI
Whom we seek here ' 'Of his sad historyI
I know but this ' said Maddalo 'he cameQ
To Venice a dejected man and fameQ
Said he was wealthy or he had been soA
Some thought the loss of fortune wrought him woeA
But he was ever talking in such sortO
As you do far more sadly he seemed hurtO
Even as a man with his peculiar wrongH2
To hear but of the oppression of the strongH2
Or those absurd deceits I think with youM
In some respects you know which carry throughM
The excellent impostors of this earthG2
When they outface detection he had worthG2
Poor fellow but a humorist in his way'A
'Alas what drove him mad ' 'I cannot sayI2
A lady came with him from France and whenB2
She left him and returned he wandered thenB2
About yon lonely isles of desert sandO
Till he grew wild he had no cash or landO
Remaining the police had brought him hereM
Some fancy took him and he would not bearM
Removal so I fitted up for himF2
Those rooms beside the sea to please his whimF2
And sent him busts and books and urns for flowersI2
Which had adorned his life in happier hoursI2
And instruments of music you may guessI2
A stranger could do little more or lessI2
For one so gentle and unfortunateO
And those are his sweet strains which charm the weightO
From madmen's chains and make this Hell appearM
A heaven of sacred silence hushed to hear 'A2
'Nay this was kind of you he had no claimQ
As the world says' 'None but the very sameQ
Which I on all mankind were I as heI
Fallen to such deep reverse his melodyI
Is interrupted now we hear the dinB2
Of madmen shriek on shriek again beginB2
Let us now visit him after this strainB2
He ever communes with himself againB2
And sees nor hears not any ' Having saidO
These words we called the keeper and he ledO
To an apartment opening on the seaI
There the poor wretch was sitting mournfullyA
Near a piano his pale fingers twinedO
One with the other and the ooze and windO
Rushed through an open casement and did swayI2
His hair and starred it with the brackish sprayI2
His head was leaning on a music bookH2
And he was muttering and his lean limbs shookH2
His lips were pressed against a folded leafJ2
In hue too beautiful for health and griefJ2
Smiled in their motions as they lay apartO
As one who wrought from his own fervid heartO
The eloquence of passion soon he raisedO
His sad meek face and eyes lustrous and glazedO
And spoke sometimes as one who wrote and thoughtO
His words might move some heart that heeded notO
If sent to distant lands and then as oneB2
Reproaching deeds never to be undoneB2
With wondering self compassion then his speechK2
Was lost in grief and then his words came eachK2
Unmodulated cold expressionlessI2
But that from one jarred accent you might guessI2
It was despair made them so uniformL2
And all the while the loud and gusty stormL2
Hissed through the window and we stood behindO
Stealing his accents from the envious windO
Unseen I yet remember what he saidO
Distinctly such impression his words madeO
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'Month after month ' he cried 'to bear this loadO
And as a jade urged by the whip and goadO
To drag life on which like a heavy chainB2
Lengthens behind with many a link of painB2
And not to speak my grief O not to dareM
To give a human voice to my despairM
But live and move and wretched thing smile onB2
As if I never went aside to groanB2
And wear this mask of falsehood even to thoseI2
Who are most dear not for my own reposeI2
Alas no scorn or pain or hate could beI
So heavy as that falsehood is to meI
But that I cannot bear more altered facesI2
Than needs must be more changed and cold embracesI2
More misery disappointment and mistrustO
To own me for their father Would the dustO
Were covered in upon my body nowB2
That the life ceased to toil within my browB2
And then these thoughts would at the least be fledO
Let us not fear such pain can vex the deadO
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'What Power delights to torture us I knowA
That to myself I do not wholly oweA
What now I suffer though in part I mayI2
Alas none strewed sweet flowers upon the wayI2
Where wandering heedlessly I met pale PainB2
My shadow which will leave me not againB2
If I have erred there was no joy in errorM
But pain and insult and unrest and terrorM
I have not as some do bought penitenceI2
With pleasure and a dark yet sweet offenceI2
For then if love and tenderness and truthG2
Had overlived hope's momentary youthG2
My creed should have redeemed me from repentingH2
But loathed scorn and outrage unrelentingH2
Met love excited by far other seemingH2
Until the end was gained as one from dreamingH2
Of sweetest peace I woke and found my stateO
Such as it isI2
'O Thou my spirit's mateO
Who for thou art compassionate and wiseI2
Wouldst pity me from thy most gentle eyesI2
If this sad writing thou shouldst ever seeI2
My secret groans must be unheard by theeI2
Thou wouldst weep tears bitter as blood to knowA
Thy lost friend's incommunicable woeA
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'Ye few by whom my nature has been weighedO
In friendship let me not that name degradeO
By placing on your hearts the secret loadO
Which crushes mine to dust There is one roadO
To peace and that is truth which follow yeI2
Love sometimes leads astray to miseryI2
Yet think not though subdued and I may wellA
Say that I am subdued that the full HellA
Within me would infect the untainted breastO
Of sacred nature with its own unrestO
As some perverted beings think to findO
In scorn or hate a medicine for the mindO
Which scorn or hate have wounded O how vainB2
The dagger heals not but may rend againB2
Believe that I am ever still the sameQ
In creed as in resolve and what may tameQ
My heart must leave the understanding freeI2
Or all would sink in this keen agonyI2
Nor dream that I will join the vulgar cryW
Or with my silence sanction tyrannyI2
Or seek a moment's shelter from my painB2
In any madness which the world calls gainB2
Ambition or revenge or thoughts as sternB2
As those which make me what I am or turnB2
To avarice or misanthropy or lustO
Heap on me soon O grave thy welcome dustO
Till then the dungeon may demand its preyI2
And Poverty and Shame may meet and sayI2
Halting beside me on the public wayI2
That love devoted youth is ours let's sitO
Beside him he may live some six months yetO
Or the red scaffold as our country bendsI2
May ask some willing victim or ye friendsI2
May fall under some sorrow which this heartO
Or hand may share or vanquish or avertO
I am prepared in truth with no proud joyM2
To do or suffer aught as when a boyM2
I did devote to justice and to loveK
My nature worthless nowB2
'I must removeN2
A veil from my pent mind 'Tis torn asideO
O pallid as Death's dedicated brideO
Thou mockery which art sitting by my sideO
Am I not wan like thee at the grave's callA
I haste invited to thy wedding ballA
To greet the ghastly paramour for whomO2
Thou hast deserted me and made the tombO2
Thy bridal bed But I beside your feetO
Will lie and watch ye from my winding sheetO
Thus wide awake tho' dead yet stay O stayI2
Go not so soon I know not what I sayI2
Hear but my reasons I am mad I fearM
My fancy is o'erwrought thou art not hereM
Pale art thou 'tis most true but thou art goneB2
Thy work is finished I am left aloneB2
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'Nay was it I who wooed thee to this breastO
Which like a serpent thou envenomestO
As in repayment of the warmth it lentO
Didst thou not seek me for thine own contentO
Did not thy love awaken mine I thoughtO
That thou wert she who said You kiss me notO
Ever I fear you do not love me nowB2
In truth I loved even to my overthrowA
Her who would fain forget these words but theyI2
Cling to her mind and cannot pass awayI2
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'You say that I am proud that when I speakH2
My lip is tortured with the wrongs which breakH2
The spirit it expresses Never oneB2
Humbled himself before as I have doneB2
Even the instinctive worm on which we treadO
Turns though it wound not then with prostrate headO
Sinks in the dusk and writhes like me and diesI2
No wears a living death of agoniesI2
As the slow shadows of the pointed grassI2
Mark the eternal periods his pangs passI2
Slow ever moving making moments beI2
As mine seem each an immortalityI2
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'That you had never seen me never heardO
My voice and more than all had ne'er enduredO
The deep pollution of my loathed embraceI2
That your eyes ne'er had lied love in my faceI2
That like some maniac monk I had torn outO
The nerves of manhood by their bleeding rootO
With mine own quivering fingers so that ne'erM
Our hearts had for a moment mingled thereM
To disunite in horror these were notO
With thee like some suppressed and hideous thoughtO
Which flits athwart our musings but can findO
No rest within a pure and gentle mindO
Thou sealedst them with many a bare broad wordO
And searedst my memory o'er them for I heardO
And can forget not they were ministeredO
One after one those curses Mix them upP2
Like self destroying poisons in one cupP2
And they will make one blessing which thou ne'erM
Didst imprecate for on me deathG2
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'It wereM
A cruel punishment for one most cruelA
If such can love to make that love the fuelA
Of the mind's hell hate scorn remorse despairM
But ME whose heart a stranger's tear might wearM
As water drops the sandy fountain stoneB2
Who loved and pitied all things and could moanB2
For woes which others hear not and could seeI2
The absent with the glance of phantasyI2
And with the poor and trampled sit and weepQ2
Following the captive to his dungeon deepQ2
ME who am as a nerve o'er which do creepQ2
The else unfelt oppressions of this earthG2
And was to thee the flame upon thy hearthG2
When all beside was cold that thou on meI2
Shouldst rain these plagues of blistering agonyI2
Such curses are from lips once eloquentO
With love's too partial praise let none relentO
Who intend deeds too dreadful for a nameQ
Henceforth if an example for the sameQ
They seek for thou on me lookedst so and soI2
And didst speak thus and thus I live to showI2
How much men bear and die notO
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'Thou wilt tellA
With the grimace of hate how horribleA
It was to meet my love when thine grew lessI2
Thou wilt admire how I could e'er addressI2
Such features to love's work this taunt though trueM
For indeed Nature nor in form nor hueM
Bestowed on me her choicest workmanshipR2
Shall not be thy defence for since thy lipR2
Met mine first years long past since thine eye kindledO
With soft fire under mine I have not dwindledO
Nor changed in mind or body or in aughtO
But as love changes what it loveth notO
After long years and many trialsI2
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'How vainB2
Are words I thought never to speak againB2
Not even in secret not to mine own heartO
But from my lips the unwilling accents startO
And from my pen the words flow as I writeO
Dazzling my eyes with scalding tears my sightO
Is dim to see that charactered in vainB2
On this unfeeling leaf which burns the brainB2
And eats into it blotting all things fairM
And wise and good which time had written thereM
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'Those who inflict must suffer for they seeI2
The work of their own hearts and this must beI2
Our chastisement or recompense O childO
I would that thine were like to be more mildO
For both our wretched sakes for thine the mostO
Who feelest already all that thou hast lostO
Without the power to wish it thine againB2
And as slow years pass a funereal trainB2
Each with the ghost of some lost hope or friendO
Following it like its shadow wilt thou bendO
No thought on my dead memoryI2
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'Alas loveK
Fear me not against thee I would not moveN2
A finger in despite Do I not liveS2
That thou mayst have less bitter cause to grieveT
I give thee tears for scorn and love for hateO
And that thy lot may be less desolateO
Than his on whom thou tramplest I refrainB2
From that sweet sleep which medicines all painB2
Then when thou speakest of me never sayI2
He could forgive not Here I cast awayI2
All human passions all revenge all prideO
I think speak act no ill I do but hideO
Under these words like embers every sparkH2
Of that which has consumed me quick and darkH2
The grave is yawning as its roof shall coverM
My limbs with dust and worms under and overM
So let Oblivion hide this grief the airM
Closes upon my accents as despairM
Upon my heart let death upon despair '-
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He ceased and overcome leant back awhileA
Then rising with a melancholy smileA
Went to a sofa and lay down and sleptO
A heavy sleep and in his dreams he weptO
And muttered some familiar name and weI2
Wept without shame in his societyI2
I think I never was impressed so muchT2
The man who were not must have lacked a touchT2
Of human nature then we lingered notO
Although our argument was quite forgotO
But calling the attendants went to dineB2
At Maddalo's yet neither cheer nor wineB2
Could give us spirits for we talked of himF2
And nothing else till daylight made stars dimF2
And we agreed his was some dreadful illA
Wrought on him boldly yet unspeakableA
By a dear friend some deadly change in loveK
Of one vowed deeply which he dreamed not ofK
For whose sake he it seemed had fixed a blotO
Of falsehood on his mind which flourished notO
But in the light of all beholding truthG2
And having stamped this canker on his youthG2
She had abandoned him and how much moreM
Might be his woe we guessed not he had storeM
Of friends and fortune once as we could guessI2
From his nice habits and his gentlenessI2
These were now lost it were a grief indeedO
If he had changed one unsustaining reedO
For all that such a man might else adornB2
The colours of his mind seemed yet unwornB2
For the wild language of his grief was highW
Such as in measure were called poetryI2
And I remember one remark which thenB2
Maddalo made He said 'Most wretched menB2
Are cradled into poetry by wrongH2
They learn in suffering what they teach in song '-
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If I had been an unconnected manB2
I from this moment should have formed some planB2
Never to leave sweet Venice for to meI2
It was delight to ride by the lone seaI2
And then the town is silent one may writeO
Or read in gondolas by day or nightO
Having the little brazen lamp alightO
Unseen uninterrupted books are thereM
Pictures and casts from all those statues fairM
Which were twin born with poetry and allA
We seek in towns with little to recallA
Regrets for the green country I might sitO
In Maddalo's great palace and his witO
And subtle talk would cheer the winter nightO
And make me know myself and the firelightO
Would flash upon our faces till the dayO
Might dawn and make me wonder at my stayO
But I had friends in London too the chiefJ2
Attraction here was that I sought reliefJ2
From the deep tenderness that maniac wroughtO
Within me 'twas perhaps an idle thoughtO
But I imagined that if day by dayO
I watched him and but seldom went awayO
And studied all the beatings of his heartO
With zeal as men study some stubborn artO
For their own good and could by patience findO
An entrance to the caverns of his mindO
I might reclaim him from this dark estateO
In friendships I had been most fortunateO
Yet never saw I one whom I would callA
More willingly my friend and this was allA
Accomplished not such dreams of baseless goodO
Oft come and go in crowds or solitudeO
And leave no trace but what I now designedO
Made for long years impression on my mindO
The following morning urged by my affairsI2
I left bright VeniceI2
After many yearsI2
And many changes I returned the nameQ
Of Venice and its aspect was the sameQ
But Maddalo was travelling far awayO
Among the mountains of ArmeniaB2
His dog was dead His child had now becomeU2
A woman such as it has been my doomO2
To meet with few a wonder of this earthG2
Where there is little of transcendent worthG2
Like one of Shakespeare's women kindly sheI2
And with a manner beyond courtesyI2
Received her father's friend and when I askedO
Of the lorn maniac she her memory taskedO
And told as she had heard the mournful taleA
'That the poor sufferer's health began to failA
Two years from my departure but that thenB2
The lady who had left him came againB2
Her mien had been imperious but she nowB2
Looked meek perhaps remorse had brought her lowI2
Her coming made him better and they stayedO
Together at my father's for I playedO
As I remember with the lady's shawlA
I might be six years old but after allA
She left him ' 'Why her heart must have been toughV2
How did it end ' 'And was not this enoughV2
They met they parted ' 'Child is there no more '-
'Something within that interval which boreM
The stamp of WHY they parted HOW they metO
Yet if thine aged eyes disdain to wetO
Those wrinkled cheeks with youth's remembered tearsI2
Ask me no more but let the silent yearsI2
Be closed and cered over their memoryI2
As yon mute marble where their corpses lie '-
I urged and questioned still she told me howB2
All happened but the cold world shall not knowI2
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CANCELLED FRAGMENTS OF JULIAN AND MADDALOA
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'What think you the dead are ' 'Why dust and clayA
What should they be ' ''Tis the last hour of dayA
Look on the west how beautiful it isI2
Vaulted with radiant vapours The deep blissI2
Of that unutterable light has madeO
The edges of that cloud fadeO
Into a hue like some harmonious thoughtO
Wasting itself on that which it had wroughtO
Till it dies and betweenB2
The light hues of the tender pure sereneB2
And infinite tranquillity of heavenB2
Ay beautiful but when not '-
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'Perhaps the only comfort which remainsI2
Is the unheeded clanking of my chainsI2
The which I make and call it melody '-

Percy Bysshe Shelley



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