HER LAST SONNET
(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.