rich and strange

Outside there's someone walking
Someone rich and strange
In a gown all of ermine
With velvet laces at the back
Three gold eyes she has
And twelve fingers of ice
With which she's plucking feathers
From the midnight sky

Offer her holly berries
On a porcelain plate
Offer her honeycomb
On a silver tray
Offer her wine
In an agate glass
Or bar your door and pull your curtains
Sit quite still
And let her pass