She

Mother of Exiles, with silent lips
Her name the imprisoned lightning, 
        the homeless tempest,
                the sea-washed, sunset flame

(Send these to me)
Give me your tired, your huddled lamp,
Your torch, yearning to breathe free.

Mighty Woman, with brazen eyes
Whose beacon glows golden from ancient lands

Stand, like a conquering giant
At the gates that wretched masses command

(Refuse the colossus with world-wide hand)

And keep teeming.


From The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus.