Penny's Top 20 / April 2026

    

Penny's Top 20

The most-visited poems on  The Penny Blog in April 2026:

  1.  Only the Lonely, George J. Dance

  2.  Two Tramps in Mud Time, Robert Frost

  3.  Daffodils, William Wordsworth

  4.  Easter-day, Henry Vaughan

  5.  Blossom-Time, Hazel Hall

  6.  Easter, John Freeman

  7.  Elegy, Florence Kilpatrick Mixter

  8.  March, Annette Wynne

  9.  April, Jane G. Austin

10.  Aprilian, Bliss Carman

11.  April, George J. Dance

12.  Large Red Man Reading, Wallace Stevens

13.  Sonnet 1977, Will Dockery

14.  April the Magician, Annette Wynne

15.  Dandelions, George Sulzbach

16.  Skating, William Wordsworth

17.  Silk Diamond, George Sulzbach

18.  Spring, Richard Chenevix Trench

19.  Metric Figure, William Carlos Williams

20. A Russian Easter, Marya Zaturenska

Source: Blogger, "Stats" 

Aprilian / Bliss Carman

Arthur Hughes (1832-1915), April Love,

 ca. 1855. Wikimedia Commons.

Aprilian

When April came with sunshine
And showers and lilac bloom,
My heart with sudden gladness
Was like a fragrant room.

Her eyes were heaven's own azure,
As deep as God's own truth.
Her soul was made of rapture
And mystery and youth.

She knew the sorry burden
Of all the ancient years,
Yet could not dwell with sadness
And memory and tears.

With her there was no shadow
Of failure nor despair,
But only loving joyance.
O Heart, how glad we were!

~~
Bliss Carman (1861-1929)
from Later Poems, 1926

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

Bliss Carman biography

April the Magician / Annette Wynne

April the Magician

Norman Rockwell (1894-1978),

The Magician, November 1919.

April has a wand of gold.
    To touch the trees; and then
They who were quite poor and old
    Grow young and rich again.

When April changes hill and tree,
    The birds rush back to you,
And grasses come again for me,
    And all the world grows new!

~~
Annette Wynne (1889-1952)

from For Days and Days: A year-round treasury of child verse, 1919

[Poem is in the public domain in

Canada, the United States, and  

the European Union]

Annette Wynne biography

Daffodils / William Wordsworth

Daffodils 

 I wander'd lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
    And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
    Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
    In such a jocund company:
I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

~~
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), 1804
from The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900

(edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch), 1919

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

William Wordsworth biography

"Daffodils (I wander'd lonely as a cloud)" read for Inspired4Nature.

Blossom-Time / Hazel Hall

Blossom-Time

So long as there is April
My heart is high,
Lifting up its white dreams
To the sky.

As trees hold up their blossoms
In a blowing cloud,
My hands are reaching,
My hands are proud.

All the crumbled splendours
Of autumn, and the cries
Of winds that I remember
Cannot make me wise.

Like the trees of April
Fearless and fair —
My heart swings its censers
Through the golden air.

~~
Hazel Hall (1886-1924)
from Curtains, 1921

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

Hazel Hall biography

Mjeltsch, Apple tree blossoms in Viiki, Helsinki, Finland, 2021.

CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons.

Elegy / Florence Kilpatrick Mixter

Elegy

Maxim Beiashvili, Moon and apple

 blossom at night, April 2017 (detail).

 CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons.

There is one Spring,
        One April of delight,
And all the rest is but remembering
        One moon-lit night.

Weave round its spell
        An elegy of song,
But never think the white hawthorn can dwell
        With you for long.

It is so fair
        And delicate a thing,
A sudden wind leaves blossoming twigs all bare
        Of covering.

White petals fall,
        Bewildered, at your feet,
And Spring makes of the whitest flower of all
        A winding sheet.

~~
Florence Kilpatrick Mixter (1877-1949)
from Out of Mist, 1921 

 [Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union] 

Florence Kilpatrick Mixter biography

April / Jane G. Austin

April

            Nay, laughing April, stay,
            And while I clasp thee, say:

Art thou a child whose wanton will
    Holds no deep wells of true desire?
Art thou a maid, ay, sweet and chill,
    Whose argent moon beams frozen fire?

She smiles, and weeps, and smiles again,
    Yet knows not why she smiles or weeps,
Unless o'er changeful hearts of men
    By charm of change her hold she keeps.

O changeful heart that cannot rest
    Because it seeks for something higher,
Scaling the heights to stand confessed,
    This is not yet what I desire.

For still beyond our feet or eyes
    In awful sheen there soars a crest.
On that dread height contentment lies,
    Come life, come death, I there will rest!

And so we pass within the cloud
    That hides the topmost mountain range,
And hidden in its frozen shroud,
    "We shall not die, but we shall change."

            So tearful April fies,
            Drawn up to summer skies.

~~
Jane G. Austin (1831-1894)
from Through the Year with the Poets: April, 1886

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

Jane G. Austin biography

Thomson200, Allatoona Mountains seen from Kennesaw Mountain, April 2017 (detail).

CC0 1.0, public domain, Wikimedia Commons.