On the Banks of the Sumida by John Gould Fletcher

Windy evening of autumn, By the grey-green swirling river, People are resting like still boats Tugging uneasily at their cramped chains.

Some are moving slowly Like the easy winds:

Brown-blue, dull-green, the villages in the distance Sleep on the banks of the river: The waters sullenly clash and murmur.

The chatter of the passersby, Is dulled beneath the grey unquiet sky.