I rose from marsh mud

    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 satin secret collects.

    United for life to serve

    silver. Possessed.