Come then to prayers

Come then to prayers 
And kneel upon the stone,
For we have tried
All courages on these despairs,
And are required lastly to give up pride,
And the last difficult pride in being humble

Draw down the window-frame
That we may be unparted from the darkness,
Inviting to this house
Air from a field, air from a salt grave,
That questions if we have 
Concealed no flaw in this confessional,
And, being satisfied,
Lingers, and troubles, and is lightless,
And so grows darker, as if clapped on a flame, 
Whose great extinguishing still makes it tremble.

Only our hearts go beating towards the east.
Out of this darkness, let the unmeasured sword 
Rising from sleep to execute or crown 
Rest on our shoulders, as we then can rest 
On the outdistancing, all-capable flood 
Whose brim touches the morning. Down 
The long shadows where undriven the dawn 
Hunts light into nobility, arouse us noble.