Legend Day 30 Legend Your Man, like Oisin, son of Fionn McCool, returned from exile from the isle to an age of priests and dying magic to a bleaker shore In the Puffin book of Irish myths and legends, this is the saddest and the last, the bowed man frail as coppiced trees, his youth falling like pale leaves And see him, forgetting himself and his youth, forgetting himself and wonder, the irresistible tide of the dividing sea, the long-stranded swimmer
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