So I’m looking for a poem I read when I was a kid, in a literature textbook. The problem is, I can’t remember the author, the title, or much of the damn poem itself.
The lines that I recall are:
“And the mountain, friendless, wept and said it could not help itself”
Any clue what or who?
Mr. Cynical, I can’t help you a bit. In fact, if your memory is much like mine, you probably made up that line because it sounded cool.
But I can send you back to the top! Alley-oop!
Well, I’ve been scouring the web looking for that line. So far, no luck.
Although, for some reason, it does sound familiar to me. It must not be the exact phrase, though, because no site recognizes it. Yet.
I’ll post back again if I find it. It’s kinda driving me nuts, now. Thanks.
I don’t have any idea. I don’t think I’ve ever read it.
But I can at least help keep the question from dropping like a rock.
I posted your question on emule. I’ll let you know if I get a response.
Oh, hell. I know the poem you mean, but I haven’t a clue about the title or the author.
It’s just making me absolutely nuts. One other phrase I remember was something to the effect of “…shook a little, and rained a windrow ring of stones”
I think I’ve searched Google blind, and found nothing.
Hell, I can’t even remember the name of the school textbook it was in. I’m almost to the point of calling the school I went to, and asking for someone in the literature department, just to find out.
Okay, no takers? This is making me craaaaaazy!
:::pat, pat, pat::: There, there Mr. Cyn. Wish I could help you. Maybe Lib’s posting will get you a nibble.
Eek. Bad smilie.
Nope, sorry. No one at all responded. Could it be a false memory?
It’s “Casey at the Bat,” by Ernest Lawrence Thayer.
Except that those two lines you cite do not appear in the published version.
(insert green grinning smiley here)
Definitely not a false memory, not at all. I even remember the picture that accompanied it in the textbook. I just cannot for the life of me remember the name of the textbook, nor the poem, nor the author.
The mind IS the first thing to go, I guess.
Or not.
Here’s the poem:
Located at http://www.angelfire.com/la/dragonstarwoowoowoo/closeup.html which apparently Google has never found in its life. Altavista picked it up with the phrase “and the mountain, friendless, wept” as the only hit.
You, sir, have saved my sanity 
Thank you a hundred times over.
Consider it an early birthday present.