Starward

"Here Scylla, leftward sits Charybdis fell, / who, yawning thrice, her lowest depths laid bare, / sucks the vast billows in her throat's dark hell, / then starward spouts the refluent surge in air."

Its white steeple is then truly a starward-pointing finger;

They were still indoors in the old-fashioned way, but the view. . . . They were on the starward side of the arc.