Like some wild sleeper who alone at night 
Walks with unseeing eyes along a height, 
With death below and only stars above; 
I, in broad daylight, walk as if in sleep, 
Along the edges of life's perilous steep, 
The lost somnambulist of love. 

I, in broad day, go walking in a dream, 
Led on in safety by the starry gleam 
Of thy blue eyes that hold my heart in thrall; 
Let no one wake me rudely, lest one day, 
Startled to find how far I've gone astray, 
I dash my life out in my fall.