The Bacon Verses
How do I love bacon? Let me count the ways.
I love bacon to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love bacon to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love bacon freely, as men strive for right.
I love bacon purely, as they turn from praise.
I love bacon with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love bacon with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love bacon with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love bacon better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (b. 1806)
Sonnets from the Portuguese #43