Colossus II

Not as a famous giant long ago
With monstrous limbs that go from land to land,
But at our sunny harbor shall now stand
A mighty woman with a torch to show
Lightning in prison off, who all with no
Past to brag of shall look to. In its hand
Glows light for all, and its look shall command
This airy harbor that twins flank. And so,
“Hold on to all your pomp and glory old!”
Its lips say without sound. “But bring your poor,
Your many who want to start again, bold,
Your trash trod down upon, running from war,
All who storms toss, up to this door of gold.
I lift my lamp to this bright, shining door!”

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