Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

ᚻᚣ‍ᚹᛉ᛫​ᚹᚣᛞᛉ᛫​ᚦᛇᛉ᛫​ᚪ‍ᚱ᛫​ᚫ‍ᛡ᛫​ᚦᛁᛝᛣ᛫​ᚫ‍ᛡ᛫​ᚾᚩ‍ᚹ​᛫​᛫​
ᚻᛁᛉ᛫​ᚻᚫ‍ᚹᛋ᛫​ᛁᛉ᛫​ᛁᚾ᛫​ᚦ᛫​ᚠ‍ᚠᛁᛚᛟᚷ᛫​ᚦᚩ‍ᚹ᛬​
ᚻᛇ᛫​ᚹᛁᛚ᛫​ᚾᚩᛏ᛫​ᛋᛇ᛫​ᛗᛇ᛫​ᛥᚩᛈᛁᛝ᛫​ᚻᛠᚱ
ᛏ᛫​ᚹᚩᚳ᛫​ᚻᛁᛉ᛫​ᚹᚣᛞᛉ᛫​ᚠᛁᛚ᛫​ᚢᛈ᛫​ᚹᛁᚦ᛫​ᛋᚾᚩ‍ᚹ​᛫​᛫​

ᛗᚫ‍ᛡ᛫​ᛚᛁᛏᛚ᛫​ᚻᚩ‍ᚱᛋ᛫​ᛗᚢᛋᛏ᛫​ᚦᛁᛝᛣ᛫​ᛁᛏ᛫​ᛢᛠᚱ
ᛏ᛫​ᛥᚩᛈ᛫​ᚹᛁᚦᚫ‍ᚹᛏ᛫​ᛟ᛫​ᚠᚪ‍ᚱᛗᚻᚫ‍ᚹᛋ᛫​ᚾᛠᚱ
ᛒᛁᛏᚹᛇᚾ᛫​ᚦ᛫​ᚹᚣᛞᛉ᛫ᚾ᛫​ᚠᚱᚩ‍ᚹᛉᛟᚾ᛫​ᛚᛖ‍ᛡᛣ
ᚦ᛫​ᛞᚪ‍ᚱᛣᛟᛋᛏ᛫​ᛇᚠ‍ᚠᚾᛁᛝ᛫ᚠ‍ᚠ᛫​ᚦ᛫​ᛡᛠᚱ᛫​᛫​​

ᚻᛇ᛫​ᚸᛁᚠ‍ᚠᛉ᛫​ᚻᛁᛉ᛫​ᚻᚪ‍ᚱᚾᛟᛋ᛫​ᛒᛖᛚᛉ᛫​ᛟ᛫​ᛋ‍ᚳᛖ‍ᛡᛣ
ᛏ᛫​ᚫᛋᛣ᛫​ᛁᚠ᛫​ᚦᛖ‍ᚱ᛫​ᛁᛉ᛫​ᛋᚢᛗ᛫​ᛗᛁᛋᛏᛖ‍ᛡᛣ​᛫​᛫​
ᚦ᛫​ᚩ‍ᚹᚾᛚᛄ᛫​ᚢᚦᛟ‍ᚱ᛫​ᛋᚫ‍ᚹᚾᛞᛉ᛫​ᚦ᛫​ᛋᚹᛇᛈ
ᚠ‍ᚠ᛫​ᛇᛉᛄ᛫​ᚹᛁᚾᛞ᛫​ᚾ᛫​ᛞᚫ‍ᚹᚾᛄ᛫​ᚠᛚᛖ‍ᛡᛣ᛫​᛫​

ᚦ᛫​ᚹᚣᛞᛉ᛫​ᚪ‍ᚱ᛫​ᛚᚢᚠ‍ᚠᛚᛄ᛬​​ᛞᚪ‍ᚱᛣ᛫​ᚾ᛫​ᛞᛇᛈ᛬​​
ᛒᚢᛏ᛫​ᚫ‍ᛡ᛫​ᚻᚫᚠ‍ᚠ᛫​ᛈᚱᚩᛗᛁᛋᛟᛉ᛫​ᛏ᛫​ᛣᛇᛈ᛬​​
ᚾ᛫​ᛗᚫ‍ᛡᛚᛉ᛫​ᛏ᛫​ᚸᚩ‍ᚹ᛫​ᛒᛁᚠᚩ‍ᚱ᛫​ᚫ‍ᛡ᛫​ᛋᛚᛇᛈ᛬​
ᚾ᛫​ᛗᚫ‍ᛡᛚᛉ᛫​ᛏ᛫​ᚸᚩ‍ᚹ᛫​ᛒᛁᚠᚩ‍ᚱ᛫​ᚫ‍ᛡ᛫​ᛋᛚᛇᛈ᛫​᛫​

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.