When and how shall I meet him, if ever?
What are the words he first will say?
How will the barriers now that sever
Our kindred spirits be rolled away?
This self-same daylight on him is shining,
Shining somewhere the while I sing—
The only one who, my will resigning,
Could I acknowledge my King, my King!
Whether his hair be golden or raven,
Whether his eye be dark or blue,