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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!

© Rudyard Kipling