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--