In Robert Burns poem To a Mouse, there those lines:
An' weary Winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
The lines describe the fate of a mouse with a nearing of weary winter. The plow has destroyed her house. What she tried to do, what she built is destroyed like a dream being torn apart.