As I can hear the ocean sound in the shell held to my ear, so, in my mind, I hear your voice. The joyous notes resound in memory, though in reality it's been some time since I've felt the caress, the tenderness of your voice.
A little cottage in the wood would be good. A tiny place would be nice, a bit of paradise on earth; and of more worth to me than a grander home could ever be. How happily I would live in such a little nest! For, to my mind, the home which is small is best of all.