Symphony in Yellow

An omnibus across the bridgeCrawls like a yellow butterfly,And, here and there, a passer-byShows like a little restless midge.

Big barges full of yellow hayAre moved against the shadowy wharf,And, like a yellow silken scarf,The thick fog hangs along the quay.

The yellow leaves begin to fadeAnd flutter from the Temple elms,And at my feet the pale green ThamesLies like a rod of rippled jade.