On the void winds before.
Iphigenia.
ALFIERI.
O children! O my children! to my soul
Your innocent words and kisses are as darts
That pierce it to the quick.
Alcestis.
On the void winds before.
Iphigenia.
O children! O my children! to my soul
Your innocent words and kisses are as darts
That pierce it to the quick.
Alcestis.