I <br /> <br />Frost upon small rain--the ebony-lacquered avenue <br /> Reflecting lamps as a pool shows goldfish. <br />The sight suddenly emptied out of the young man's eyes <br /> Entering upon it sideways. <br /> <br /> <br /> II <br /> <br />In youth, by hazard, I killed an old man. <br /> In age I maimed a little child. <br />Dead leaves under Foot reproach not: <br />But the lop-sided cherry-branch--whenever the sun rises, <br /> How black a shadow!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arterial/
