I say, off to bed with that heavy head,
The bombs haven't flown, we're not easily torn dead.
So rest, rest that weighty crown,
Let sleep ease off that imminent frown.

For the king there is no rest, yet he says.
For the king there is no sleep,
Not now that everything's a test;
Not now that his sorrow's deep.

Then, sire, close your eyes even if the demons dance,
Safe is still valuable and there is now very little chance.
So dim the lights; the morning sun will still reap
To pray that tomorrow you still have strength for this relief.