Author Sara Teasdale The fairy forest glimmered Beneath an ivory moon, The silver grasses shimmered Against a fairy tune. Beneath the silken silence The crystal branches slept, And dreaming through the dew-fall The cold, white blossoms wept. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments