| Show 4 When Autumn dies at last upon her throne Amid the ruin of a regal state Boreas' Boreas clarion larion trumpets sound her fate r i rAnd And Winter knows the realm then thenceforth thenceforth thence thence- e- e forth his own Calling his minions in the Arctic zone And making them through his own greatness great He journeys f forth rth to his possessions possessions possession straight The winds' winds wild music aye before him blown A lock of frost he fastens fasten on th the land land And nd makes the air with keenest cold colt to sting The waters lie neath fetters from his hand And while his white snows toss an and whirl and fling Robed royally and crowned for all al command He pr proudly cries Behold me I am King I William Francis Barnard |
