In the Paths of the Ark

Turn aside with me to Zoan, to the Red Sea, to Mount Horeb.
I will go round unto Shiloh to the heap of the ruined shrine,
And will get me along in the paths of the Ark of the Covenant,
Until I taste the dust of its hiding place that is more sweet than honey,
And I see the habitation of that beauteous one who hath forgotten her nest,
Since the doves be driven away, and ravens abide there.
Because of this my soul is sorely sick and grieved,
For through my sin the morn is turned to evening time.
Verily, my heart fainteth and longeth for the mount of myrrh,
Even as the soul desireth to find its inmost home.