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--