The Statue Of Liberty

The New Colossus
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
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
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!"
By:Emma Lazarus
This poem in a way is inspirational. To know that the whole statue of liberty was created based of these words. Just the way she describes the liberty gives you an image in your head, and for that second you can just see it without looking at it.
People don't really notice the poem, they don't really pay attention to it but they should because it is a big part of the statue of liberty, it makes a huge difference to the point of liberty.