Yeats have grown happier with every year of life as though gradually conquering something in himself, for certainly his miseries were not made by others, but were a part of his own mind'. Moreover, although he admired his atheist father, the artist J. B. Yeats, all others, he was terribly afraid of him and of his maternal grandfather, William Pollexfen. In his preface to Lady Gregory's book on Cuchalain, the Yeats speaks of the Irish poets: 'They created for learned and unlearned alike, a communion of heroes, a cloud of stalwart witnesses. One suspect from Yeats' hints that it is the man of religion who treads the mystical way and sees visions-all that he sums up in the figure of the Saint. Yeats is still 'two selves, the one watching with heavy eyes the other's moment of content'. 'Out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry no mind can engender till divided in two'.