O
Out of a bed of love
When that immortal hospital made one more moove to soothe
The curless counted body,
And ruin his causes
Over the barbed and shooting sea assumed an army
And swept into our wounds and houses,
I climb to greet the war in which I have no heart but only
That one dark I owe my light,
Call for confessor and wiser mirror but there is none
To glow after the god stoning night
And I am struck as lonely as a holy marker by the sun
No
Praise that the spring time is all
Gabriel and radiant shrubbery as the morning grows joyful

 A simile and a pun: 
 Simile:  The  “holy marker by the sun”  is the moon, and since there’s is no life on the moon it is lonely. 
 Pun:  The moon has craters, making it full of holes or  “holy.” 
 It is the  marker  because we have always used the moon as a calendar.
Holy Spring