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  • The Bishop has a skin, God knows,
    Wrinkled like the foot of a goose,
    (All find safety in the tomb.)
    Nor can he hide in holy black
    The heron's hunch upon his back,
    But a birch-tree stood my Jack.

    William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.260, Simon and Schuster