An omnibus across the bridge
    Crawls like a yellow butterfly
    And, here and there, a passer-by
    Shows like a little restless midg
    Big barges full of yellow hay
    Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
    And, like a yellow silken scarf,
    The thick fog hangs along the qua
    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 jad 