All day with brow of anxious thought <br /> The dictionary through, <br />Amid a million words he sought <br /> The sole one that would do. <br />He wandered on from pub to pub <br /> Yet never ceased to seek <br />With burning brain and pencil stub <br /> The Word Unique. <br /> <br />Said he: 'I'll nail it down or die. <br /> Oh Heaven help me, pray!' <br />And then a heavy car dashed by, <br /> And he was in the way. <br />They rushed him to the hospital, <br /> And though his chance was bleak, <br />He cried: 'I'll croak, but find I shall <br /> The Word Unique.' <br /> <br />They reckoned he was off his head, <br /> And could be it was so; <br />For as they bent above his bed <br /> He mumbled soft and low. <br />And then a name they heard him speak, <br /> Yet did not deem it odd . . . <br />At last he'd found the Word Unique,-- <br /> Just God.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-artist-7/
