Your neighbor, sir, whose roses you admire, Is glad indeed to know that they inspire Within your breast a feeling quite as fine As felt by him who owns and tends that vine. That those fair flowers should give my neighbors joy But swells my own, and draws therefrom alloy Which would lessen its full worth, did I not know That others' pleasure in the flowers grow. Friend, from my neighbors and this vine I've learned That sharing pleasure means a profit turned; And he who shares the joy in what he's grown Spreads joy abroad and doubles all his own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 26 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE |