在紐約？應該知道這首詩

來源: 胡說之 於 2010-04-22 12:54:05 [] [博客] [舊帖] [給我悄悄話] 閱讀數 : (382 bytes)

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!

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