(Una Montgomery wrote this sonnet 5 days before her sudden and most unexpected death)

Now seven decades and two years have passed

Since to the darkness of a wintry world

My first uncertain feeble wail I cast

And from the warm womb spin uncurled.

I came incognisant of any past

The future yet a scroll to be unfurled

The waters still untoed, the die uncast

The plain of life unneedled, purl unpurled.

Now with a dimmed experienced eye I scan

The woven fabric of some seventy years

See what I made of the allotted span

The patterned tale of hopes and joys and tears.

No use regretting folly, fault and fray

Cast off comes sure as night must follow day.