Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town
We people on the pavement looked at him
He was a gentleman from sole to crown
Clean favored, and imperially slim

And he was always quietly arrayed
And he was always human when he talked
But still, he fluttered pulses when he said "Good morning"
And he glittered when he walked

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king
And admirably schooled in every grace
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place

So on we worked, and waited for the light
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night
Went home and put a bullet through his head