The Impenetrable

I am of all men the most impenetrable.
Some say that I am cold as any stone.
The way of those that go down quick to Hell
Is not my way: with mine own Self alone
I go at the wind's wild will where none can tell
The secret of my Soul. Before God's throne
I bend my knees, I adore the miracle
Of His Son Jesus. Backward the gates are thrown
Of Hell where Satan in His supreme pride
Gazes into the mirror of mine eyes.
The clouded mirror of my Destinies,
In whose deep depths the untroubled ghosts abide.
Some say that I have fathomed mine own Hell.
I am of all men the most impenetrable.