Empty are the ways, 
Empty are the ways of this land 
And the flowers 
Bend over with heavy heads. 
They bend in vain. 
Empty are the ways of this land 
Where Ione 
Walked once, and now does not walk 
But seems like a person just gone. 

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Poet: Ezra Pound (Ezra Pound Art)
Poem: Ione, Dead the Long Year

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