Robert Laurence Binyon - Companions lyrics

The bread that's broken when we eat together Tastes sweet. A sunbeam stealing to your hand Seems as if spilled from something brimming over Within me, wanting no word, or itself The word I wanted! Find we not our own Language in winds, fresh from a golden place, When breasting the high down at last we turn To each other, bright with rapturous escape, And the hills sing together, like our hearts, Lost in the light! Between us, as we walk Green roadsides, under homely hedgerow elms Of summer leaf, silences are as water Smooth for the sail and shining to the verge, But intimate as a hand's touch when we pace Long crowded pavements amber--lamped in dusk That holds its dark breath over the gay talk, Bright eyes, and grief buried in moving sound. There is a secret colour that has dyed The world within our hearts: none knows it else, No more than that which thickens the flushed light Deep in the foxglove's honey--throat; it is there In the midst of light speech and forgetfulness, In the empty house of absence, where the walls Echo other voices; it is in the midst Of the unsaid fears the mind plots forts against, In the dragging thought and drizzle of blank care, The daily doing of what must be done; Then suddenly it glows and bathes us like the sun.