Thyme that no one had access to

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We were on our sight seeing spree in New Zealand and the bus that took us was on the high way. The driver who also acted as a guide would be busy with his running commentary when he posed a question about what was the name of that green stuff that was growing on the hill skirting the road. Since none of us could give the answer he told us it was thyme. He stopped the bus and we all got photos of that hill as the background. Here is mine. That took me to a stanza in the poem 'Elegy in country church yard' by Thomas Gray “Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air"