Whoever wishes to go to Florida,
Let him go where I have been,
And return dry and arid,
And worn out by rot.
For the only good I have brought back—
A single silvery stick in my hand.
But I am safe, not defeated:
It’s time to eat; I die of hunger.
-Nicholas Le Challeux, trans. Maurice O’Sullivan. Written in 1565, it is the earliest known poem about America written by a European. found here