moonward

“And having puzzled out what I considered the thing to do, I opened all my moonward windows, and squatted down—the effort lifted me for a time some foot or so into the air and I hung there in the oddest way—and waited for the crescent to get bigger and bigger until I felt I was near enough for safety.”

“Far away on the moon-ward horizon a luminous silver mist veiled the distant view.”

“1834, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Limbo” in The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge, London: William Pickering, Volume I, “Sibylline Leaves,” p. 272, An old man with a steady look sublime, That stops his earthly task to watch the skies; But he is blind—a statue hath such eyes;— Yet having moonward turn’d his face by chance, Gazes the orb with moon-like countenance,”

“Down the hill toward Malory he sauntered, looking sometimes moonward, sometimes on the dark woods, and feeling as five weeks since he could not have believed himself capable of feeling, and so he arrived at the very gate of Malory.”