It seemed to say--'My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.'
En mi alma hay un cielo corrido y un florido Edén, pero sé bien que en la realidad debo pisar un duro suelo y soportar el embate de las tempestades que me asaltan."