An omnibus across the bridge br Crawls like a yellow butterfly, br And, here and therem a passer-by br Shows like a little restless midge. br br Big barges full of yellow hay br Are moored against the shadowy wharf, br And, like a yellow silken scarf, br The thick fog hangs along the quay. br br The yellow leaves begin to fade br And flutter from the temple elms, br And at my feet the pale green Thames br Lies like a rod of rippled jade.