"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she with si… - Emma Lazarus

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus

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Emma Lazarus (July 22, 1849 – November 19, 1887) was an American poet and playwright, born in New York City.

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Lo — a black line of birds in wavering thread
Bore him the greetings of the deathless dead!

A lady 'twixt two knights' stone effigies,
And every day in dusky glory steeps
Their sculptured slumber of five centuries.

Alas! we wake: one scene alone remains, —
The exiles by the streams of Babylon.

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