To make much of thyme

Among the roses, Among the sweet peas and the marigolds, the fragrant flowers, I've planted parsley, mint and marjoram, And, in the dryer bits beyond the sprinkler, Rosemary, thyme and sage. Then, when I go To gather pot herbs for my evening meal, I pause, pinching the sage to have its fragrance, And look at roses, amber, gold and crimson. And, when I go to gather roses, Tuck in the nosegay sprigs of thyme and basil, Rosemary, lemon geranium and balm, Lavender's silver, and the spikes of mint Fragrantly scented.

Not for the eyes only Do I gather flowers, But for their fragrance. Bruising the scented leaves, I make my house my garden.