Rudyard Kipling — Arterial Early Chinese

                                I FROST upon small rain—the ebony-lacquered avenue         Reflecting lamps as a pool shows goldfish. The sight suddenly emptied out of the young man’s eyes         Entering upon it sideways.                                 II In youth, by hazard, I killed an old man.                 In age I maimed a little child. Dead leaves under foot reproach not: But the lop-sided cherry-branch—whenever the sun rises,                 How black a shadow!