Or is it, simply, you prefer to go
Incognito?
A transmigrated Balaam's self you may be,
But still I bar your method of progression;
For while I sit, as helpless as a baby,
And scale each precipice in steep succession,
You scorn the mule-track, and pursue the edge
Of ev'ry ledge.
How can I scan with rapt enthusiasm
These Alpine heights, when balanced à la Blondin,