There, two
rubies stand erectly,
Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,
Smoothed so uniformly on every side:
There all grace abounds, and every worth,
And beauty, if there's any on this earth,
Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,
Smoothed so uniformly on every side:
There all grace abounds, and every worth,
And beauty, if there's any on this earth,
Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
Ronsard