𐌱𐍂𐌿𐌽𐌰𐌹𐌼 𐌱𐌰𐌹𐍂𐌹𐌸 𐌱𐌰𐌹𐍂𐌺𐌰 𐌱𐍉𐌲𐌿𐌼
𐌻𐌰𐌿𐌱𐌰𐌽𐍃 𐌻𐌹𐌿𐌱𐌰𐌽𐍃 𐌻𐌹𐌿𐌳𐌰𐌽𐌳𐌴𐌹,
𐌱𐌰𐌲𐌼𐌴 𐌱𐌻𐍉𐌼𐌰, 𐌱𐌻𐌰𐌿𐌰𐌽𐌳𐌴𐌹,
𐍅𐍉𐍀𐌾𐌰𐌽𐌳 𐍅𐌹𐌽𐌳𐍉𐍃, 𐍅𐌰𐌲𐌾𐌰𐌽𐌳 𐌻𐌹𐌽𐌳𐍉𐍃,
𐌻𐌿𐍄𐌹𐌸 𐌻𐌹𐌼𐌰𐌼 𐌻𐌰𐌹𐌺𐌰𐌽𐌳𐌴𐌹;
𐍃𐌻𐌰𐌹𐌷𐍄𐌰, 𐍂𐌰𐌹𐌷𐍄𐌰, 𐌷𐍅𐌴𐌹𐍄𐌰𐍂𐌹𐌽𐌳𐌰,
𐍂𐌰𐌶𐌳𐌰 𐍂𐍉𐌳𐌴𐌹𐌸 𐍂𐌴𐌹𐍂𐌰𐌽𐌳𐌴𐌹,
𐌱𐌰𐌽𐌳𐍅𐌰 𐌱𐌰𐌹𐍂𐌷𐍄𐌰, 𐍂𐌿𐌽𐌰 𐌲𐍉𐌳𐌰,
𐌸𐌹𐌿𐌳𐌰 𐌼𐌴𐌹𐌽𐌰 𐌸𐌹𐌿𐌸𐌾𐌰𐌽𐌳𐌴𐌹.
𐌰𐌽𐌳𐌰𐌽𐌰𐌷𐍄𐌹 𐌼𐌹𐌻𐌷𐌼𐌰𐌼 𐌽𐌴𐌹𐍀𐌹𐌸,
𐌻𐌹𐌿𐌷𐍄𐌴𐌹𐌸 𐌻𐌹𐌿𐌷𐌼𐌰𐌼 𐌻𐌰𐌿𐌷𐌼𐌿𐌽𐌹;
𐌻𐌰𐌿𐌱𐍉𐍃 𐌻𐌹𐌿𐌱𐌰𐌹 𐍆𐌻𐌹𐌿𐌲𐌰𐌽𐌳 𐌻𐌰𐌿𐍃𐌰𐌹,
𐍄𐌿𐌻𐌲𐌿𐍃, 𐍄𐍂𐌹𐌲𐌲𐍅𐌰, 𐍃𐍄𐌰𐌽𐌳𐌰𐌽𐌳𐌴𐌹.
𐌱𐌰𐌹𐍂𐌺𐌰 𐌱𐌰𐌶𐌰 𐌱𐌴𐌹𐌳𐌹𐌸 𐌱𐌻𐌰𐌹𐌺𐌰
The birch bears fine leaves on shining boughs
it grows pale green and glittering
the flower of the trees in bloom
fair-haired and supple-limbed
the ruler of the mountain.
The winds call, they shake gently
she bends her boughs low in sport
smooth, straight and white-barked
trembling she speaks a language
a bright token, a good mystery, blessing my people.
Evening grows dark with clouds
the lightning flashes, the fine leaves fly free
but firm and faithful the white birch stands
bare and waits, ruling the mountain.
— Flower of the Trees, J.R.R. Tolkien
Note: both Windows and Mac users must download and install a Gothic language Unicode font to see this poem. I highly recommend Robert Pfeffer's Pfeffer Mediæval for Windows users.
Thanks, marnanel, for showing this to me! =)