Read these lines from the poem "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!" Whom or what is the Mother of Exiles addressing in these lines?)

A) “wretched refuse” (line 12)
B) “ancient lands” (line 9)
C) “storied pomp” (line 9)
D) “huddled masses” (line 11)