Rosemary, basil, sage, and thyme
Into a marble mortar ground
While pestle turns with chink and chime
And earthy fragrances abound.
A summer scent in wintertime
That conjures dreams of fairymound-
Rosemary, basil, sage, and thyme
Into a marble mortar ground.
From the bruised herb shall incense climb.
The perfumed leaf leaves me spellbound
And to this offering compound
To give the briefest, faintest shine.
Rosemary, basil, sage, and thyme
Into the marble mortar ground.