"I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows
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The Greeks saw it as an emblem of courage; the Romans, a cure for melancholy. The English still use it as a tea to revive and refresh the sickly. And the Arabs adore it as the base for all the variations of their famous spice mixture zatar. It originated in the mountainous regions of Southern Europe. Its alliance with bees is storied--producing exquisite honey, going back to the renown ancient Hymettus honey.
Here's a recipe with it from 1600 that's kept in Oxford's Ashmolean Museum:
And, last but not least, who could forget Tosca's song of love to Caravadossi in Act I:
("Do you not long for our little house/ That is waiting for us, hidden in the grove?/ Our refuge, sacred to us and unseen by the world,/ Protected with love and mystery?/ Oh, at your side to listen there/ To the voices of the night/ As they rise thorugh the starlit,/ Shadowed silences:/ From the woods, from the thickets/ And the dry grass, from the depths/ Of shattered tombs/ Scented with thyme,/ The night murmurs/ Its thousand loves/ And false counsels/ To soften and seduce the heart./ Oh wide fields, blossom! and sea winds, throb/ In the moon's radiance, ah,/ Rain down desire, you vaulted stars!/ Tosca burns with a mad love!")