Symphony in Yellow

An omnibus across the bridge
 Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
 And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.

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

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