From Lilith:
Painting by Leighton Isaacs
From Phantastes:
As she went, she sang; and I caught these few words of her song; and the tones seemed to linger and wind about the trees after she had disappeared:
Thou goest thine, and I go mine--
Many ways we wend;
Many days, and many ways,
Ending in one end.
Many a wrong, and its curing song;
Many a road, and many an inn;
Room to roan, but only one home
For all the world to win.
SoundCloud Block
Recited by David Jacks