The Last Gospel by Sheila Kaye-Smith — Read

When Mass is said, / The music dead, / And the last lights upon the Altar-throne / Drop slowly one by one into the dark, / To the east / Turns the Priest, / And bows his knee before the sacred Ark / And whispers the Last Gospel through -- alone.

So do I / When dreams die, / And love's last wretched candle-lights are seen / Darkening upon the Altar of your heart, / Face the east, / And like the Priest / Say my Last Gospel through ere I depart, / And before leaving bow to What Has Been.