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Into a gradual calm the breezes sink,
A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink;
There doth the twinkling aspen's foliage sleep,
And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deep:
And now, on every side, the surface breaks
Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks;
Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright
With thousand thousand twinkling points of light;
There, waves that, hardly weltering, die away,
Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray;
And now the whole wide lake in deep repose
Is hushed, and like a burnished mirror glows,
Save where, along the shady western marge,
Coasts, with industrious oar, the charcoal barge.

From An Evening Walk

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Et non ce n’était pas l’Ecosse, mais ce n’est pas bien loin. C’est Rosa qui avait la bonne réponse dès le départ (mais elle avait un indice, et puis elle est à moitié anglaise) puisqu’il s’agit de Derwent Water, l’un des 14 lacs du magnifique Parc national du Lake District, région de Cumbria, Grande Bretagne.