Flower of three petals

On 1807 Hölderlin was disgnosed, at best, three years of life. Died in 1843, 36 years later. Before, he suffered outbreaks for years, and walked a thin line of sanity. He was presumed forced to use a mask during his outbreaks.
He had too few moments of lucidity to write in his last decades. He was a beautiful soul, and was told that he still retained "his love of music, his sense of natural beauty, and a feeling for graphic arts" around 1830. He played the piano until his last days, was a source of joy for him. In one of his few good moments, during his last years, he could manage to write this poem for his benefactor.

The lines of life are various,
Like roads, and the borders of mountains.
What we are here, a god can complete there,
With harmonies, undying reward, and peace.

Friedrich Hölderlin, "For Zimmer".