A little more on "pleasure or pain" :) and 135B

Because of Bentham's book of "pleasure or pain", also because it's snowing again, this poem:

Morning At Last:  There in the Snow

By Philip Larkin

Morning at last:  there in the snow
Your small blunt footprints come and go.
Night has left no more to show,

Not the candle, the half-drunk wine,
Or touching joy; only this sign
Of your life walking into mine.

But when they vanish with the rain
What morning woke to will remain
Whether as happiness or pain.

And here's Colour Record No. 135, Side B: