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

Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored 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