Poem 13 - The New Colossus

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The New Colossus – Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)

      Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

      With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

      Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

       A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

5     Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

        Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

        Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

       The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

       "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

10     With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

       Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

       The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

       Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,

        I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"