The Spoonbill Generator

I am sowing hope [N]

And reaping only despair [Anon.]

Where have I gone wrong? [N]

Perhaps I've misread [Karin]

What was written in the stars [N]

I'm illiterate [F]

A thousand chances [N]

Have now slipped through my fingers [Anon.]

May I have one more? [Karin]

Fate has thus conspired [N]

To fling me hither and yon [F]

I prefer hither [Karin]