Doll

Painted on the marble stretch
Macabre red on heated stone
Lilting laugh at nothing latched
To nimble fingers laced with flax

They clambered up the too-high steps
By mirrors' light on plaster splashed
Opened the little door to fetch
The button eyes and needle thread

They'll bring a toy for little girls
To perfect dollhouse woven
To place within a room once loved
For newest soul beholden

Can you guess what movie this is from?