Josephine Foster 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