Hölderlin exemplifies this path in his poetry and his life. I leave the poet to speak in his song:

To the Rose.

“In the Mother-womb eternal,

Sweetest queen of every lea,

Still the living and supernal

Nature carries thee and me.

“Little rose, the storm’s fierce power

Strips our leaves and alters us;

Yet the deathless germ will tower

To new blooms, miraculous.”