I go back to you, my cold father

Swinburne's "Triumph of Time":

  I will go back to the great sweet mother,
  mother and lover of men, the sea,
  I will go down to her, I and none other,
  Close with her, kiss her, and mix her with me,

  My lips will feast on the foam of thy lips,
  I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside ...