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.