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.

Recited by David Jacks