CANCELLED FRAGMENTS OF JULIAN AND MADDALO. by Percy Bysshe Shelley: Summary, Meaning & Analysis
This excerpt is taken from Shelley's poem *Julian and Maddalo*, where two characters discuss the mysteries of what follows death but fail to reach a satisfying conclusion.
The poem
‘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 _620 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, _625 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 _630 Is the unheeded clanking of my chains, The which I make, and call it melody.’ NOTES: _45 may Hunt manuscript; can 1824. _99 a one Hunt manuscript; an one 1824. _105 sunk Hunt manuscript; sank 1824. _108 ever Hunt manuscript; even 1824. _119 in Hunt manuscript; from 1824. _124 a Hunt manuscript; an 1824. _171 That Hunt manuscript; Which 1824. _175 mind Hunt manuscript; minds 1824. _179 know 1824; see Hunt manuscript. _188 those Hunt manuscript; the 1824. _191 their Hunt manuscript; this 1824. _218 Moons, etc., Hunt manuscript; The line is wanting in editions 1824 and 1839. _237 far Hunt manuscript; but 1824. _270 nor Hunt manuscript; and 1824. _292 cold Hunt manuscript; and 1824. _318 least Hunt manuscript; last 1824. _323 sweet Hunt manuscript; fresh 1824. _356 have Hunt manuscript; hath 1824. _361 in this keen Hunt manuscript; under this 1824. _362 cry Hunt manuscript; eye 1824. _372 on Hunt manuscript; in 1824. _388 greet Hunt manuscript; meet 1824. _390 your Hunt manuscript; thy 1824. _417 his Hunt manuscript; its 1824. _446 glance Hunt manuscript; glass 1824. _447 with Hunt manuscript; near 1824. _467 lip Hunt manuscript; life 1824. _483 this Hunt manuscript; that 1824. _493 I would Hunt manuscript; I’d 1824. _510 despair Hunt manuscript; my care 1839. _511 leant] See Editor’s Note. _518 were Hunt manuscript; was 1839. _525 his Hunt manuscript; it 1824. _530 on Hunt manuscript; in 1824. _537 were now Hunt manuscript; now were 1824. _588 regrets Hunt manuscript; regret 1824. _569 but Hunt manuscript; wanting in editions 1824 and 1839. _574 his 1824; this [?] Hunt manuscript.
This excerpt is taken from Shelley's poem *Julian and Maddalo*, where two characters discuss the mysteries of what follows death but fail to reach a satisfying conclusion. One character shifts focus from the troubling question to admire the beauty of the evening sky, though this comfort quickly fades. The other character concludes on a somber note, revealing that the only "melody" he hears is the clinking of his own chains.
Line-by-line
'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,
Tone & mood
The tone shifts from blunt and dismissive to rapturous and then to quietly despairing. There's a restless quality throughout—the speakers can’t seem to hold onto any position for long. The beauty of the sky passage feels genuine, not ironic, but it’s quickly undercut. By the final couplet, the mood turns wry and hollow: a man crafting music from his own imprisonment and calling it comfort, yet alone with no one to listen.
Symbols & metaphors
- The western sky at sunset — Beauty as a fleeting response to mortality. The west is where the sun sets every day, making the stunning sky a reminder of endings. It provides genuine comfort, but it can't hold onto it for long.
- The fading cloud edge — The boundaries of thought and language. The cloud melting into color reflects a mind becoming lost in the very concept it seeks to understand — and the ellipses in the text echo this same fading.
- Chains — Constraint, suffering, and the Maniac figure from the main *Julian and Maddalo* poem represent the struggles individuals face. Here, they symbolize any pain someone attempts to aestheticize or turn into art as a means of coping with it.
- Melody — The process of creating art from suffering. Referring to the sound of clanking chains as 'melody' can be seen as a true act of creativity or a form of delusion — the fragment leaves it unclear, and that uncertainty is intentional.
- Dust and clay — Materialist rejection of the afterlife. This phrase resonates with biblical language ('dust to dust') but removes any sense of spiritual solace, reducing it to mere physical substance.
Historical context
Shelley wrote *Julian and Maddalo* between 1818 and 1819, inspired by his friendship with Lord Byron, who represents Maddalo, and his own restless idealism, embodied by Julian. Set in Venice, the poem introduces a third character, the Maniac, whose pain and words provide the emotional center. Some fragments of the poem, which were ultimately cut from the final version, are preserved in the Hunt manuscript — a copy created by or for Leigh Hunt, who was a friend and fellow radical of Shelley. These lines didn’t see publication during Shelley's life; they were released in 1824, two years after he tragically drowned. This fragment is part of the Romantic tradition of dialogue poems, which often use two voices to explore an internal conflict that the poet struggles to resolve. Throughout his brief life, Shelley was haunted by questions about the nature of the dead and what remains for those still living.
FAQ
Julian represents Shelley — an idealist who thinks that human reason and goodness can make the world better. Maddalo is modeled after Lord Byron — intelligent, cynical, and sure that suffering is simply part of being human. Their debate propels the entire poem, and these fragments are pieces from that discussion.
Two reasons. First, these are actual cancelled fragments — incomplete drafts that Shelley removed from the main poem, meaning some gaps are true manuscript lacunae. Second, Shelley intentionally uses ellipses to evoke fading and dissolution: the cloud fades, the thought fades, the sentence fades. Form and content are mirroring each other in this process.
The speaker — probably the Maniac from the main poem — feels trapped, either in reality or in his mind. He's transformed the sound of his chains into what he refers to as 'melody,' suggesting he's created art from his pain. Yet, 'unheeded' is a harsh reality: no one is paying attention. The solace he finds is genuine for him but remains unseen by everyone else.
It begins with the question — 'What do you think the dead are?' — but soon moves away from it. One speaker dismisses the question ('dust and clay'), while the other shifts focus to the beauty of the sky. The poem never resolves the afterlife question; instead, it explores how people manage when they can't find an answer.
The quality of the sunset is something that language struggles to convey completely. Shelley chooses the word 'unutterable' — which means 'unspeakable' — to express that some of our deepest experiences simply can't be articulated. It's a bit ironic for a poet to admit this, given that he then goes on to spend several lines attempting to describe it regardless.
Shelley frequently connects the natural world to the mind. The way a cloud's edge blends into the sky mirrors a thought that loses its clarity when you concentrate too much on it — it 'wastes itself' on what it's trying to grasp. Both the cloud and the thought fade away before they can be fully captured.
The speaker acknowledges that the sky is indeed beautiful and that beauty can be comforting. But what happens on the days when it's not beautiful? What do you do on the grey days, the ugly days, when nature seems to provide nothing? The sentence trails off before an answer can be given, and that silence speaks volumes: there simply isn't a satisfying response.
Shelley doesn’t provide clarity, leaving us to speculate based on the text. The lines come across as raw and philosophically ambiguous, potentially disrupting the flow of *Julian and Maddalo*. They give the Maniac figure a voice that feels almost too straightforward—the image of the chain melody is so vivid that it could overshadow the more nuanced approach found in the main poem.