November 5

"Wake, thou that sleepest; rise up from the dead,

And Christ will give thee light." I do not know

What sleep is, what is death, or what is light;

But I am waked enough to feel a woe,

To rise and leave death. Stumbling through the night,

To my dim lattice, O calling Christ! I go,

And out into the dark look for thy star-crowned head.