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Portrait of the Rachel by William Etty (c. 1840s)
“Rachel” is a series of three sonnets by Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) that was included in his collection New Poems, published by published by Macmillan & Company in 1867. This is the first sonnet in the series.
In 1846, Arnold became enamoured b...
In Paris all look'd hot and like to fade.
Sere, in the garden of the Tuileries,
Sere with September, droop'd the chestnut-trees.
'Twas dawn; a brougham roll'd through the streets and made
Halt at the white and silent colonnade
Of the French Theatre. Worn with disease,
Rachel, with eyes no gazing can appease,
Sate in the brougham and those blank walls survey'd.
She follows the gay world, whose swarms have fled
To Switzerland, to Baden, to the Rhine;
Why stops she by this empty play-house drear?
Ah, where the spirit its highest life hath led,
All spots, match'd with that spot, are less divine;
And Rachel's Switzerland, her Rhine, is here!