My Wars are laid away in Books —
I have one Battle more —
A Foe whom I have never seen
But oft has scanned me o’er —
And hesitated me between
And others at my side,
But chose the best — Neglecting me — till
All the rest, have died —
How sweet if I am not forgot
By Chums that passed away —
Since Playmates at threescore and ten
Are such a scarcity —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem My Wars are laid away in Books —

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