Walter Malone

  • He Who Hath Loved

    He who hath loved hath borne a vassal’s chain,
    And worn the royal purple of a king;
    Hath shrunk beneath the icy Winter’s sting,
    Then revelled in the golden Summer’s reign;
    He hath within the dust and ashes lain,
    Then soared o’er mountains on an eagle’s...

  • October in Tennessee

    Far, far away, beyond a hazy height,
      The turquoise skies are hung in dreamy sleep;
    Below, the fields of cotton, fleecy-white,
      Are spreading like a mighty flock of sheep.

    Now, like Aladdin of the days of old,
      October robes the weeds in purple gowns...