Goat?

The Prayer of the Goat by Carmen Bernos De Gasztold

Lord,
Let me live as I will!
I need a litte wild freedom,
a little giddiness of heart.
The strange taste of unknown flowers.
For whom else are your mountains?
Your snow wind? These springs?
The sheep do not understand.
They graze and graze.
All of them, and all in the same direction.
And then eternally chew the cud of their insipid routine.
But I - I love to bound to the heart of all your marvels.
Leap your chasms, and, my mouth filled with intoxicating grasses,
Quiver with an adventurer's delight
On the summit of the world!
Amen