O free me, for I take the leap

Μνάσασθαί τινά φαμι καὶ ὔστερον ἄμμεων·

O FREE me, for I take the leap, 
Apollo, from thy snowy steep ! 
Song did'st thou give me, and there fell 
O'er Hellas an enchanter's spell; 
I heard young lovers catch the strain : 
For me there is the hoary main ; 
I would not hear my words again. 

Ah, lord of speech, well dost thou know 
The incommunicable woe 
Finds not in lyric cry release, 
Finds but in Hades' bosom peace ; 
And therefore on thy temple-ground 
Thou pointest lovers to the mound 
Set high above the billows' sound. 

Though in unfathomed seas I sink, 
Men will remember me, I think, 
Remember me, my King, as thine ; 
And must I take a shape divine 
As thine immortal, let me be 
A dumb sea-bird with breast love-free, 
And feel the waves fall over me.