The Devoted Lovers by Jorge Guillen

Night is much more itself: love is already a fact.
The calm level of peace extends sleep
Like a perfection of love.
And love’s bundle,
Now distant in sleep,
Abandons itself to an island of candor
Still keeping its animal nature.
What an infinity of day over the bed
Of one passion: habit surrounded by mystery!
O night, darker than ever in our arms!

Translated by Mark Strand.