This poem is associated with the Statue.  However, it was written as part of the effort to raise funds for the pedastal.  The statue was a gift from France and the citizens of the US had to raise the pedastal.  No public money was spent on this monument (at least during its installation).

The poem was not added to the monument for many years.  Now it is inside the museum in the base.

by Emma Lazarus Smith(?)

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-tossed to me;
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Mandy copied this into my Palm - I just cut and pasted it into this sheet