published in New Directions in Prose & Poetry (the New Directions annual), volume 11 (1949), p. 302:
I rose from marsh mud
algae, equisetum, willows,
sweet green, noisy
birds and frogs
to see her wed in the rich
rich silence of the church,
the little white slave-girl
in her diamond fronds.
In aisle and arch
the stain secret collects.
United for life to serve
silver. Possessed.