Featured Poem: May by James Gates Percival

It might be a Bank Holiday, but we couldn’t leave you without a poem to start your week. Don’t worry, we’re taking some time out too, with more than a poem or two from our archive

We’ve chosen a poem that’s particularly appropriate for the start of the new month – let’s hope there’s lots of beauty and serenity ahead.


I feel newer life in every gale;
The winds, that fan the flowers,
And with their welcome breathings fill the sail,
Tell of serener hours–
Of hours that glide unfelt away
beneath the sky of May.
The spirit of the gentle south-wind calls
From his blue throne of air,
And where his whispering voice in music falls,
Beauty is budding there;
The bright ones of the valley break
Their slumbers, and awake.
The waving verdue rolls along the plain,
And the wide forest weaves,
To welcome back its playful mates again,
A canopy of leaves;
And from its darkening shadow floats
A gush of trembling notes.
Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of May;
The tresses of the woods
With the light dallying of the west-wind play;
And the full-brimming floods,
As gladly to their goal they run,
Hail the returning sun.

James Gates Percival