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Coming from---in a Dark Night.
I
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.
II
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.
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