Robert Young Jewellery Eternity Rings Engagement and Wedding Rings

My North My South My East and West

My North My South My East and West

Promise Rings for Men

Love is like the guiding force of this white gold promise rings for men and women. The letters in ‘love’ are inscribed in 90 degree increments, just like the markings of a compass.
A flush set diamond elegantly serves as the ‘o’ in ‘love.’

 

$5,411

$4,900
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Crafted to order in Sydney Australia

Allow 15 days for creation

Lifetime cleaning & care

How it works

Three simple steps

Choose your Metal, Diamond & Size

Select from 18k, 14k, 9k - Yellow, White, Rose Gold and Platinum.

Your piece is crafted to order

Your size, Your diamond selection, Your style.

Delivered Smile Ready

... and If its not the right size, well resize for you for free.

Try on the Jewellery before it's made.

Not sure about your size? Or how it will look on your finger ? We’ll send a resin replica. So you can confirm the fit and feel before we begin crafting the final piece.

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Promise Rings for Men

Love is like the guiding force of this white gold promise rings for men and women. The letters in love are inscribed in 90 degree increments, just like the markings of a compass. A flush set diamond elegantly serves as the ?o? in ?love.?

Diamond

Round Brilliant Cut Diamonds .06ct, Colour D-F, Clarity VS-SI

Setting

Flush Sett

Material

18k White Gold

Available in

9k & 18k White, Rose & Yellow Gold, Platinum and Palladium

Name Credit

W. H. Auden

Model

nsew

Promise Rings for Men

Robert drew from the poet W.H. Auden for this male wedding ring: “You are my north, my south, my east, my west.”

 

W.H. Auden  Stop all the clocks 

 

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Love is subtle, not always for public display.

Inside its the secret

Craftsmanship

Crafted for life.

Designed by Robert Young

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