Coming from—in a Dark Night

FArewell, O Eyes, which I ne'er saw before,
And 'tis my int'rest ne'er to see ye more;
Though th' deprivation of your light,
I'm sure, will make it doubly Night;
Yet rather I'll lose my way i'th' dark than stay;
For here I'm sure my Soul will lose her way.

Oh 'tis not dark enough, I wish it were,
Some Rays are still on my Eyes Atmosphere;
Which give sufficient light, I find,
Still to continue me stark blind;
For to Eyes that's dazl'd with too radiant light,
Darkness proves best restorative o'th' light.