A Day of Scented Thyme
Jasper, come now down the broken stone stair!
I can’t prove that coming is better than staying;
but I think it’s worth saying,
and just worth a care,
that between every stone, hairy lemon thyme grows:
I’ve crushed some already beneath my bare toes.
You think it’s no virtue to please one’s nose.
Still it’s no vice, either, Heaven knows!