A gray northeast wind was blowing, and the land was sighing beneath the coming tide.

6 seconds sound clip from the The Snow Goose (1954) classic radio play.

You can hear this line at 00:08:53 in the radio play.

Quote context

[...]

- With the departure of the snow goose, ended the visits of Frith to the lighthouse.

- He learned all over again the meaning of the word loneliness.

- That summer, out of his memory, he painted a picture of a slender, grime-covered child, her hair, her fair hair, blown by the November storm, who bore in her arms a wounded white bird.

- And then in mid-October, the miracle occurred...

- Rhayader was in his enclosure, feeding his birds.

- A gray northeast wind was blowing, and the land was sighing beneath the coming tide.

- Above the sea and the wind noises, he heard a high, clear note.

- He turned his eyes upward to the evening sky in time to see first an infinite speck, then a black-and-white winged dream that circled the lighthouse once...

- And finally a reality that dropped to earth in the pen, and came waddling forward, importantly, to be fed, as though she'd never been away. It was the snow goose.

- But where's she been all summer then, in Canada?

- Who knows? Perhaps...

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