The Pruner's Pair

One summer winter

I fell down among the splinters

Of a rose of the tree

My true lover planted thee

My true lover planted thee--

They them rose, four and twenty,

Clustered in my heart as plenty

Same the age you did fall

And lie in heaven after all

And lie in heaven after all--

Thorns will not embitter me

Not your powers constancy

Lead me to the pruner's pair

Silent I will cut thee bare

Silent I will cut thee bare--