Anna Wickham’s speaker is asking for something almost impossible: one hour of complete freedom and power, enough time to see every earthly desire finally achieved. She isn’t asking for a long life or gradual happiness; she wants absolute fulfillment all at once. The feeling is urgent and hungry. Once that vision is real and all her longings under the sun are done, she would accept death — not sadly, but as a burst of flame shooting into the sky. The ending turns death into something triumphant and bright, as if dying after such a moment would be the ultimate release. The mood is intense, impatient, and a little exalted, mixing frustration with ordinary limits and a dream of perfect, consuming satisfaction.
Demand — Summary
Give me an hour Of perfect freedom and of power! — When I see done All things I longed for 'neath the Sun — Then let me die A flame-burst to the Sky!